More than half. It’s shocking, disappointing, and yet I’m sure that many people reading this story will be able to relate.
Awareness about my size and weight came as early as sixth grade — as I shot up in height and hip-width quicker than my friends and classmates, I just as quickly acquired a sense of shame about my growing body.
I took up more space, bumped into more doors and desks with my clumsy, curvy sides. My thighs touched in the middle when I wore shorts in gym class and I would redden with shame every time I noticed…
How many emails do you receive in a day at work?
I would say, on average, I receive about sixty to seventy work-related emails per day.
I know that’s not as many as some, but it’s still a fair number of messages arriving in my inbox every day, requesting action and attention.
This number has only increased over the course of the past year, ever since my job moved fully remote and all work-related conversations moved online with it. Essentially, my entire job exists through email.
Yet as vital a role as email plays in my day-to-day work and life…
I wrote a recent story about my struggle with rest days — how for many years, I neglected to give my body the rest it needed and pushed it to the (literal) breaking point until an overuse injury sidelined me for half a year:
Months of intensive workouts and little time off left me with a serious stress fracture in my right foot, an injury that 100% could have been avoided had I listened to the cues my body gave me early on and rested before repetitive stress drove a crack through my navicular bone.
In recovery from my injury…
I think we can all agree: it’s been one hell of a year.
For me, it’s been more than a year now since I last stepped foot in a gym, that place that for so long formed the cornerstone of my fitness routine.
Weight room? Gone. Spin bike? Forgotten. Treadmill? Probably rusted over, a relic from a bygone era — I can’t say for certain though, because I haven’t been back.
When the world ground to a halt last March, my entire day-to-day routine — including my daily visits to the gym — stopped along with it.
The irony (that…
For the longest time, I struggled with the concept of rest days.
I’ve written before about my inner turmoil surrounding the eternal question: to be productive or to relish in relaxation. This struggle extended to my attitude around fitness: when productivity is the measure by which you weigh the success of your days, it can be difficult to accept the inherent benefits of doing nothing, and simply resting.
Yet I’ve since come to learn that rest days don’t mean you must be lazy or unproductive — quite the opposite. While ‘resting’ may not feel as active of a verb as…
Think about it: what is the single, simplest form of exercise you can think of?
An activity that requires no special training, no expensive equipment. Anyone can do it, from anywhere in the world — no matter the weather, time, or date.
Uphill, downhill. In the sun, rain, and snow. Amidst deserts and forests, cities and mountains, this exercise can be done. All you need are your two feet and a desire to get moving.
Walking: the single simplest exercise in the whole wide world — and the one that changed my entire outlook on fitness for the best.
I’ve always had a love-hate relationship with running.
Most of my life was spent as an athlete where running was seen as a necessary evil: I played soccer, but as a goalie, so my focus was always on sprinting and explosiveness rather than distance and stamina.
Similarly, when I took up track and field, I gravitated towards sprinting and throwing — events where, once again, distance running did not constitute a critical part of my training.
Sure, I ran — usually, between one and a half to three miles, a couple of times a week. Just enough to keep up…
I have been a vegetarian for nearly twenty years. It started in my childhood, at a grocery store in Vermont — pushed around in a shopping cart by my mom, we passed the butcher aisle and I asked her where meat came from.
She answered, with horrifying honesty, and my young six-year-old self vowed in that aisle and that moment never to eat meat again.
My parents assumed it was a cute phase I would quickly outgrow. …
I love breakfast. I am passionate about breakfast and all of the delicious, exciting, and creative foods that fall under the wide first-meal-of-the-day umbrella.
You probably grew up hearing that breakfast is the most important meal of the day — an opinion, certainly, but an opinion that is heavily supported by a multitude of scientific studies & proven facts.
“Many studies have linked eating breakfast to good health, including better memory and concentration, lower levels of “bad” LDL cholesterol, and lower chances of getting diabetes, heart disease, and being overweight,”
reads WebMD, on the importance of breakfast.
Beyond all of…
Raise your hand if you’ve heard the term Imposter Syndrome floating around the internet recently.
For the uninitiated, Imposter Syndrome is a phrase used to describe when feelings of self-doubt plague one’s achievements — for example, when you feel as though you’ve only accomplished certain milestones because of luck, not hard work and talent, or fearing that you’re not as skilled at something as others believe you to be.
The American Psychological Association offers this context on the condition:
“…impostor phenomenon occurs among high achievers who are unable to internalize and accept their success. …