1. My running buddies canceled on me so I ran to Target instead. Awesome idea! The road to fitness and the road to brokeness can be the SAME ROAD.

     
  2. Nobody runs for fun, you guys

    1. RANDOM COWORKER: I'm so excited about this spring weather. I've been waiting to go biking for such a long time.
    2. ME: Totally! I'm like that, but with running.
    3. RANDOM COWORKER: Oh, I don't bike for _exercise_, I just do it for the enjoyment.
     
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    I don’t know when my sophomore-year-of-college workout playlist snuck onto my iPod, but it came up yesterday and it made me laugh a lot.
The year: 2003. The place: New England. I had just managed to lose 20 pounds over the summer through a) walking to work and b) having to buy my own food instead of just showing up at the dining hall. I only realized it in August, so it felt nearly effortless! I started the semester hoping to lose even more weight, in part because my sort-of-boyfriend and I had just called it quits (well, he called it, but I went along) and I was hoping to meet a new guy. Just kidding, I will harbor a bunch of secret crushes on gay men instead!
My college had just added a couple of mini-gyms in dorms to encourage the student body to get in shape and my then-roommate/bestie S. and I were determined to take advantage. I was about to get on the treadmill when she said “Have you tried this?” And that’s how I met the elliptical. I would half-assedly spend 30 minutes on it twice a week, usually reading a magazine, and then we would go get a snack. We’d do this for about 3 weeks and then one of us would have a midterm and we’d stop going for a while, then pick it up later. There was a weight room, but I thought it was for student athletes. 
I also joined a hip-hop dance class that fall with my friend M. but dropped out when the teacher announced we were going to perform on the main quad at the end of the semester. No thanks!!
I vaguely remember trying to eat better, but nothing specifically about that sticks out. I was still eating at the dining hall, which had a salad bar but also chicken fingers and soft serve and a waffle iron. I did Weight Watchers online for a few weeks (then continued paying it for several weeks more). Go to meetings, are you nuts?? No one I knew was doing cleanses — the closest I heard was my friend L. deciding to give up late-night drunk eating (but not drinking less because college!!!1!!!!!111!).
I half-assed my health like this through most of college, telling myself (truthfully) that it just wasn’t my top priority and (falsely) that I had “no time.” Not speaking for all college students here, but: I had time. I for sure had time. But I wasn’t in the mindset to really make a change. I was also very resistant to advice (and a know-it-all) so I don’t know how I could have been helped; now I’m much more open to change, and not just in health. But I still listen to the same schizophrenic categories of music!

    I don’t know when my sophomore-year-of-college workout playlist snuck onto my iPod, but it came up yesterday and it made me laugh a lot.

    The year: 2003. The place: New England. I had just managed to lose 20 pounds over the summer through a) walking to work and b) having to buy my own food instead of just showing up at the dining hall. I only realized it in August, so it felt nearly effortless! I started the semester hoping to lose even more weight, in part because my sort-of-boyfriend and I had just called it quits (well, he called it, but I went along) and I was hoping to meet a new guy. Just kidding, I will harbor a bunch of secret crushes on gay men instead!

    My college had just added a couple of mini-gyms in dorms to encourage the student body to get in shape and my then-roommate/bestie S. and I were determined to take advantage. I was about to get on the treadmill when she said “Have you tried this?” And that’s how I met the elliptical. I would half-assedly spend 30 minutes on it twice a week, usually reading a magazine, and then we would go get a snack. We’d do this for about 3 weeks and then one of us would have a midterm and we’d stop going for a while, then pick it up later. There was a weight room, but I thought it was for student athletes.

    I also joined a hip-hop dance class that fall with my friend M. but dropped out when the teacher announced we were going to perform on the main quad at the end of the semester. No thanks!!

    I vaguely remember trying to eat better, but nothing specifically about that sticks out. I was still eating at the dining hall, which had a salad bar but also chicken fingers and soft serve and a waffle iron. I did Weight Watchers online for a few weeks (then continued paying it for several weeks more). Go to meetings, are you nuts?? No one I knew was doing cleanses — the closest I heard was my friend L. deciding to give up late-night drunk eating (but not drinking less because college!!!1!!!!!111!).

    I half-assed my health like this through most of college, telling myself (truthfully) that it just wasn’t my top priority and (falsely) that I had “no time.” Not speaking for all college students here, but: I had time. I for sure had time. But I wasn’t in the mindset to really make a change. I was also very resistant to advice (and a know-it-all) so I don’t know how I could have been helped; now I’m much more open to change, and not just in health. But I still listen to the same schizophrenic categories of music!

     
  4. MFP update: Okay, I cheated twice, but otherwise I did pretty well. One way it benefited me was that I went ahead and had a snack when I got home, before I went running. I had a much better run with some fuel in me (except for the 25MPH winds, serves me right for checking the weather but not the wind speed). I will try again today — I have a work lunch and I don’t know what it is, but it should be fine.

     
  5. Less data, please

    Today I am challenging myself not to log into MyFitnessPal all day. 

    I think food tracking and number-crunching is great and have used them frequently, either on MFP, other sites or on paper. But it can also lead me to make choices that aren’t good for my health, overall. When I’m ‘under’ on its calorie limit I allow myself things that might not be nutritional or health-inducing, when I’m not even hungry, just because whee! I can! When I’m ‘over’ sometimes I ignore actual hunger pangs and get fixated on the number instead of addressing the broader challenge of eating healthy most of the time and splurging when it’s worth it. When I’m looking at a bell pepper or an orange and thinking it’s a lot of calories, something is awry. 

    Last night, for example, I was really hungry due to some not-so-great choices I made earlier in the day, and I was stubbornly sticking it out for — what? Because I “shouldn’t” eat right before bed, I “don’t need” the energy, some other arbitrary rule? My stomach was audibly growling as I checked MFP and saw I was 76 calories ‘under’ for the day and thought “Sweet, I can have a piece of cheese, that’s 80 calories!” As opposed to thinking “Wow, I’m really hungry because I had chips and a pretzel roll for dinner. I’m going to eat something, and maybe next time have a better dinner so I can watch ‘Fargo’ without the soundtrack of my stomach growling.” (Really engrossing, dark show by the way. Best watched when not hungry for a variety of reasons.)

    To take a broader view, I think I need more confidence in my ability to pick healthy foods without logging them. I know that stuff, since I was however-old to start absorbing nutritional messaging — the kind of stuff I make fun of magazines for using in their annual “diet” round-ups. (Have you considered replacing chips with pretzels? Yes, because I don’t live under a rock.) If I go out to eat, I know in general what’s going to be more filling, have more protein and less fat, what will make think “This is worth it.” It doesn’t really matter whether the cookie at hand is 270 or 330 calories; it’s more important whether I really want it or if it fits into my goals. The challenge of mindfulness vs. overthinking. 

    That’s right, George.

    So this morning I input my breakfast, lunch and snacks and then I closed it up. I navigated to the tab again by habit later, but I didn’t add or subtract anything. Maybe I’ll look tonight when I get home after dinner. It feels silly to even write this, but maybe some of you can relate. It’s good to use the tools at my disposal, but not to let them hijack my thinking. 

     
  6. 14:40 15th Apr 2014

    Notes: 5

    I just had to get up and physically move away from my desk space because I couldn’t handle how my coworker was staring at me. She just keeps looking at me, and then sometimes furiously typing into a Gchat window. 

    I look completely normal,  my hair is average, I have worn this shirt several times before. Now I am thoroughly creeped out. What do you want?? What is going on?!

     
  7. 07:51

    Notes: 22

    Tags: boston marathonrunning

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    More than ever, this year, it brings us together.
Check out the Boston Globe's great interactive piece "One Year, One City" remembering the victims, survivors and first responders on the scene a year ago today, and Runner’s World's brief history of the Boston Marathon.
Photo from the 1999 Boston Marathon: Greater Boston Convention and Visitors Bureau

    More than ever, this year, it brings us together.

    Check out the Boston Globe's great interactive piece "One Year, One City" remembering the victims, survivors and first responders on the scene a year ago today, and Runner’s World's brief history of the Boston Marathon.

    Photo from the 1999 Boston Marathon: Greater Boston Convention and Visitors Bureau

     
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    "Mad Men" is coming back on Sunday and my new running group meets tomorrow (when it’s supposed to be 76)? YES.

    "Mad Men" is coming back on Sunday and my new running group meets tomorrow (when it’s supposed to be 76)? YES.

     
  9. "You’re not depressed, you don’t even know what being depressed is.”

    "Only people who don’t have any friends go to therapy." 

    "Some people are just [twirling motion at forehead] CUCKOO" 

    "You’re too fat to be depressed” 

    "Just lose weight, then you’ll feel better!" 

    —Some stuff not to say to your teenage daughter when she says she’s depressed 

     
  10. No, you sat in a conference room for 4 hours discussing every bloomin’ aspect of your job while people threw out helpful suggestions like “Why don’t you do just 4 times as much work?” and “Let’s ask a bunch more people what they need your help with.” 
I require a pizza pillow and about 800 naps. Instead I will just be grateful that it’s all over and forget all the junk food that took place surrounding this event. (P.S. if you haven’t seen this movie, “Sleepwalk with Me,” it’s terrific and it’s streaming on Netflix.)

    No, you sat in a conference room for 4 hours discussing every bloomin’ aspect of your job while people threw out helpful suggestions like “Why don’t you do just 4 times as much work?” and “Let’s ask a bunch more people what they need your help with.”

    I require a pizza pillow and about 800 naps. Instead I will just be grateful that it’s all over and forget all the junk food that took place surrounding this event. (P.S. if you haven’t seen this movie, “Sleepwalk with Me,” it’s terrific and it’s streaming on Netflix.)

    (Source: televandalist)

     
  11. 11:56 9th Apr 2014

    Notes: 61656

    Reblogged from down-sizing

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    motorclit:

gwendabond:

adriofthedead:

theonion:

Increasing Number Of Men Pressured To Accept Realistic Standards Of Female Beauty

“It’s not fair to me, and it’s not fair to other men like me,” he continued. “Having to live with society’s expectations that I accept women just the way they are takes an enormous toll.”
this whole article is gold

The Onion kills it yet again.

I know it’s from The Onion but


Completely cackleworthy. 

    motorclit:

    gwendabond:

    adriofthedead:

    theonion:

    Increasing Number Of Men Pressured To Accept Realistic Standards Of Female Beauty

    “It’s not fair to me, and it’s not fair to other men like me,” he continued. “Having to live with society’s expectations that I accept women just the way they are takes an enormous toll.”

    this whole article is gold

    The Onion kills it yet again.

    I know it’s from The Onion but

    image

    Completely cackleworthy. 

     
  12. 09:24

    Notes: 15

    Reblogged from aheartofiron

    Tags: crossfitannie thorisdottir

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    aheartofiron:

disenalavida:

tlethgo:

Annie looking stunning in Vogue. So amazing. “When I heard Vogue was interested in featuring me, I googled to see if there was a sports edition of the magazine. I was so excited when I realized, no, it was the Vogue.”

Where can I find this edition??? Must have!

It’s US Vogue, the one with Kim & Kanye on the cover.

You don’t get the full majesty of the spread but the piece is online now. Thought it was great!

    aheartofiron:

    disenalavida:

    tlethgo:

    Annie looking stunning in Vogue. So amazing.
    “When I heard Vogue was interested in featuring me, I googled to see if there was a sports edition of the magazine. I was so excited when I realized, no, it was the Vogue.”

    Where can I find this edition??? Must have!

    It’s US Vogue, the one with Kim & Kanye on the cover.

    You don’t get the full majesty of the spread but the piece is online now. Thought it was great!

     
  13. Business professional problems

    It’s petty to complain but I gotta admit: Business lunches were so much more fun when I used them as an excuse to eat something giant and unhealthy because hey, I don’t have any control over this situation! Let’s party with fries! Now it’s all about calculation — where are we probably going to go, how many substitutions can I make without being That Person, what is everyone else eating.

    Additionally, today’s is with some external consultants who are always well dressed, making me feel like a lumpy schlub in comparison. A schlump? They’re always perfectly accessorized, ironed button-downs, heels. Meanwhile after half an hour rifling through my closet this morning, I’m holding up 2 scarves trying to decide which one makes me look more serious and put-together. (I wish I were kidding. Is plaid serious enough? Why did I even go with pants and a button-down like I can play this game? It’s all, all wrong.)

    With changing weight/ body shape it seems like I never have a good grip on what is presentable and flattering. It feels like a daily pop quiz in a subject I haven’t studied, and it makes me extra self-conscious about my body and my fear of never being ‘presentable’ because I can’t style myself the same as an Ann Taylor mannequin. I find myself getting nostalgic for that job I had when I was 23 and could wear jeans and ironic T-shirts to work, or when I was at my largest and pretty much only had 2 pairs of work-appropriate pants to wear. (I acknowledge my privilege in that it is so so much easier to find work clothes now than where I was, at a size 20. If you haven’t been there, you really have no idea.) 

    Either I need to approach this problem more systemically, or I need to scrabble up to that ledge where no one notices what I’m eating or wearing because my work is so awesome. If there even is a ledge. If I can build one. I definitely can’t compete on the same level, fashion-wise. I just hope it’s not on display too much.

     
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    It only barely tastes like cookie dough, but it’s still delicious! But it’s super duper Frappuccino-level sweet, and they still ask you if you want sugar in it like a normal iced coffee. For me, skim milk and flavoring was more than enough.

    It only barely tastes like cookie dough, but it’s still delicious! But it’s super duper Frappuccino-level sweet, and they still ask you if you want sugar in it like a normal iced coffee. For me, skim milk and flavoring was more than enough.

     
  15. I believe it, but tough article to read after spending 5 months in the dark pretty much!