So here's the thing. I've always been pretty anti-fitness. Or at least anti whatever habits and foods accompany a stereotypically fit lifestyle. I'm not really into "fitness," or the gym or whatever. I've played sports over the years, but never engaged in regimented training. I grew up eating relatively healthy, in my opinion, but was always all about "balance" and not depriving myself. I never hit up the gym in university (sure as hell not in high school), and have coasted through adulthood with a solid unawareness of what my quads were, the difference between various protein bars (a.k.a. pretend chocolate bars), or any real desire to cut bread and cheese out of my diet...I mean, balance obviously includes bread and cheese, right?
My closest friends are all active, fit people, and are definitely in better shape than the average person. Which I have always been - average. And I figured that was fine, because average is normal, and normal is acceptable. I was cool with being the only person to order a drink with brunch (you're supposed to drink ceasars on Sunday), or eating steak & potatoes while everyone else ordered chicken & vegetables. My amigos would go cycling (gross), lift weights, play basketball in a rec league, and I've always been juuuust fine with watching a flick or going shopping instead. Except, I wasn't totally fine with that. In fact, I was pretty much the opposite of fine.
I hated feeling as though a round of beach volleyball with my nearest and dearest would expose my pathetic cardio capabilities, and that's not even addressing the ridiculous stress associated with the attire that accompanies the beach. I could go on and on about how negatively my health & fitness habits impacted me on a daily basis, and I probably will as we get into things through the posts ahead. But for now, I'll cut to the chase.
I got sick of feeling like shit. That meant I had to change things. It meant I had to embrace the terrifying world of fitness. Kill me now...
Long story not-so-short, in May 2013, I started making some pretty legit changes. And here we are, with life feeling very different than it did then. And much to my chagrin, I may or may not be becoming a "fitness chick." I don't really know what that even means, but it seems applicable because at least 50% of the crap that comes out of my mouth has to do with the gym or meal plans or lifting weights or how ridiculously jacked my legs are, so I figure that kind of makes me a fitness chick. But in keeping with my cynical and sarcastic personality, I'm the self-proclaimed anti-fitness fitness chick. And if it's self-proclaimed, it must be true...
With fitness (and when I say fitness, I'm referring to physical activity & nutrition, because for me, they're inextricably linked) being such a big part of my born-again self (yeah, yeah, I drank the Kool-Aid), I wanted somewhere to share. Because I basically never shut up in real life and I imagine people are wondering why my Instagram feed is flooded with cheesy gym pics or copious amounts of kale. And I have a lot of opinions and like most obnoxious people, I want to share them.
So this is where you'll find my opinions. And please keep in mind, they are just that - I don't claim to be a professional anything (other than Realtor, but who cares about that). I'm just going to talk about the stuff that makes my life better, the stuff that is really fucking hard, and all the random thoughts I have in between.
Read at your own risk...perhaps while on the treadmill? (I'm super funny, too...just ask me)
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