In honour of totally kicking azz in the house-cleaning department today, I thought I would reward myself some imaginary gifts. _uacct = “UA-4888259-1″;urchinTracker();
Oh, who am I kidding? It’s totally a milk break – that’s the only thing that seems to be soothing my throat and lungs as I hack my way back to health… _uacct = “UA-4888259-1″;urchinTracker();
I am so happy that I have never really had a formal interview for a job. I hate fluffing up my accomplishments in what always seems like a pageant-style showcase of talents.
“Hi, my name is Meaghan. I’m, like, totally awesome cuz I colour-code my paper clips and always reply to inter-office memos within 5.7 seconds of receiving them! I read at a rate of 3,400 wpm and type over 600 wpm. I always smile and smell good and I have really white teeth!”
Okay, so maybe it isn’t that bad. But that’s what it sounds like in my head when someone asks me what my strengths are. All of a sudden, the voice in my head sounds flighty and self-centred, bubblegum and rainbow kittens.
I know that I have an exhausting list of strengths and competencies that people would fall over themselves to get at. When faced with the task of listing them myself, however, I clam up like a frightened little, well, clam.
LOL – see?? Even my writing takes a hit…
I am trying to write a one-page letter stating why I should be considered for the next round of AFLCA Trainers. Basically, I want to apply to be a trainer of trainers. But I cannot get my wonderful, professional accomplishments out onto the page without sounding like either the airhead or the sappy, overly passionate world-changer.
I wish I could write about myself as easily as I write about my life. Without a doubt, this is one of the hardest tasks I’ve ever been charged with!! There is such a vast difference between self-love and self-promotion!!
I’ll let you know how I fare…
Last night, I made a big mistake. _uacct = “UA-4888259-1″;urchinTracker();
I have to try to find a non-offensive, rant-free title for this blog post _uacct = “UA-4888259-1″;urchinTracker();
- The 4-minute workout that is equal to 45 minutes on the treadmill. It’s 20 seconds of low/squat jumping jacks coupled with 20 seconds of pushup + jump towards the hands and back, repeated for 4 minutes (so about 6 sets of each). She claims that this 4 minute workout is the equivalent to 45 minutes on the treadmill. I felt skeptical. With some basic calculations, a gentle walk for 45 minutes at 3.0mph burns 160 calories on my 150lb frame. So that’s about 40 cal/min. That means that the intensity of said 4-minute workout is approximately 2,400 cal/hour. Someone correct me if I’m wrong, but I’m not too sure how that one works… Enlighten me please?
- The second bombshell was her “fitness shoe”. I’m sure many of my readers are somewhat familiar with the Sketchers Shape-ups – a shoe with a thick, curved sole that is supposed to improve balance and posture. Um, no comment on that one…but it’s what I was expecting from this product. HOWEVER! They are seemingly normal running shoes, except that they are WEIGHTED in the midsole by 1.5-2 pounds. Sigh. I am going to try and limit the number of blarghatefalkducjblkfhs that come out of my mouth, but from a biomechanical viewpoint, I just cannot comprehend how this would be good for the body, especially wearing them ALL day long, or worse, running in them. The sheering forces on the knee, the stress on the tibialis and peroneals, the hip…oh my gosh!
This is a fitting topic for my 700th blog post – a blog that began as a tool for self-exploration, expression and healing. _uacct = “UA-4888259-1″;urchinTracker();
It’s so true: these images that we are constantly comparing ourselves to aren’t even REAL human beings – they are shadows, pixels of what was real.
And the live media we compare ourselves to? How many times have I watched Vampire Diaries and found myself jealous of the actresses svelte figures? Until I watched this film and realized that they are supposed to be portraying TEENAGERS. It doesn’t matter that the women are in their 20′s – their bodies are supposed to represent teenagers.
Wow. Last time I looked, I wasn’t 17. Nor do I want to be. Sure, I’d love my body’s ability to regenerate and recuperate and bounce back like a 17-year old. But I surely do not want the rest of the territory that comes with 17. None of it, thank you. I much prefer my 29-year old body and mind.
I can’t even look back on this post right now – I’m not getting the right words out onto the page to tell you how much I want you to love your SELF. I am so sick of hearing women complaining about their perfectly good bodies.
PERFECTly good. As created, grown and used as they are.
WHY? WHY? WHY are we waiting for perfection, struggling to survive, drowning in a wash of negative self-image??
This is so much more than disordered eating or low self-esteem! It is commonplace and accepted. We start our girls at SUCH a young age, pouring them into unattainable moulds. Showing them pictures and videos and telling them stories of women they will never live up to.
I spend every day of my life now telling women to love where they are in this minute, to honour and respect the journey that brought them here and the gifts it has afforded them. To look at every inch of saggy skin or stretched tummy or dark-circled eye and LOVE IT. To embrace it for the experience it gave them.
To love themselves in their current shape, size and form. To throw away their tape measures and diet counters and scales.
To stop this messed-up attitude of imperfection.
I’m so upset, I could swear. If I wasn’t such a goody-two-shoes, I’d unleash my real-life trucker mouth LOL!!
But honestly! Don’t you know you’re beautiful?? Don’t you realize how perfect you are?? Don’t you realize that your reality is what makes you so stunning? There is more beauty in self-love and acceptance than in any other shape or size.
It’s not about throwing off the shackles of makeup and fashion and exercise; it’s about realizing that you can do them for yourself, not for the self you want to be. I dance because it makes my heart sing. I run because it makes me feel like I’m part of nature. I do Bikram because it feels holier that any religious experience I’ve ever had – I talk to God in class, to thank him for that body that can feel SO much. I eat what I want because it tastes GOOD. I eat real food because it tastes better. I wear makeup because I LOVE to play with the colours and contours of my beautiful face. Yes, I cover up my zits and redness, but I don’t hate them. I know that my skin is just doing it’s job.
Now, I do it all more. I am SO very aware of every aesthetic decision I made. I have thrown away my weight loss plan. I don’t care what size I am. As long as I am happy, healthy, and energetic, I will honour this body. I will do good things for it, and wherever the measurements and scales stop, so be it.
SO BE IT.
I am so done fighting for perfection. I want you to come with me, to look hard in the mirror and love every inch of life in you. Men and women, together.
We are real.
If you believe in the idea, God created you in His perfect form. If that is true, then what you are IS perfect. Any altered form of that is a deviation from your true nature. It’s one thing to be unhealthy; it’s an entirely other to be unsatisfied.
I vote for healthy and satisfied. Do what feels good and nurtures your body.
Stop aiming for the skinny jeans, or the bigger boobs, or the tighter skin or, or, or… You’ll never win. My goal is to get you focused on the PROCESS, also known as LIFE, rather than the result.
Once you get to the finish line, it’s either over or you start again. But if racing has taught me anything, one finish line is never enough. You’ll always find something else to “fix” or “improve”. It’s a horrible addiction, never being satisfied with yourself.
Why don’t you spend today focusing on your beauty, rather than your perfect imperfections? Why not enjoy being an individual today, instead of a mass of look-a-likes?
Why don’t you just love yourself today??
For those of you with the time, here are the 4 links to the 4 parts of Killing Me Softly 4. If you can, I highly, highly recommend it. It isn’t pushy or overly liberal. It’s so very real, raw and embarrassing. It’s something we are all guilty of of, and that we all hide behind. It will force you to look at yourself and your preconceived ideas about yourself.
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- Lasagna – I made a huuuuuuge pan earlier this week when I had time, so it’s in the freezer waiting!
- Catalina cranberry chicken – I’m not a huge fan of websites promoted by food companies, but Kraft always has good, quick meals and this one I can assemble into a bunch of smaller meals and freeze without cooking. Plus, I love cranberries
- Sweet potato burritos – yum, yum, yum! I love these, but the prep work was ridiculous when I was starving. This time, I’m cooking and mashing all the potatoes and beans, then freezing them so that I can just thaw out during the day and wrap up at night.
- Sweet potato and turkey shepherd’s pie - I’m not a huge beef-eater, so I like the idea of ground turkey! I also loooove sweet potatoes. This will be a bit of work tonight, but worth it, I’m sure!
- Potato corn chowder – I love this recipe. Love, love, love it. It’s such good comfort food, but so easy to make. I am going to make a triple batch tonight and freeze it in freezer bags.
After a Safeway spree with my Kit-kat bug, we came out at under $200 for 2+ weeks of dinners and left-over lunches!! There were some recipe items that we already had (like potatoes), but I also had to buy some toiletries and treat us to pizza and sushi for dinner tonight I also forgot to buy milk, and I need 3-4L jugs between our milk-drinking and the potato chowder. But still! Even if it all balances out, $200 for 2 weeks is pretty stinkin’ good! And I might add that included boneless/skinless chicken breasts and ground turkey which are never cheap!
…the cold is dead!! _uacct = “UA-4888259-1″;urchinTracker();
After posting this, there was wide-spread cake-craving and cake-making on Facebook!! LOL!! As much as y’all love me for giving you this 700 calorie treat, all credit goes to my good friend Ariana for introducing it to me a couple years back I don’t know who the original creator was, but I don’t want the credit of inventing something so wonderful…
If you want it NOW, here’s the recipe without having to click the link:
4 T flour
2 T cocoa (or more…!)
4 T sugar
3 T milk
3 T oil
~Mix the flour, cocoa and sugar in a microwave safe mug
~Add the egg, milk and oil. Stir until it looks like cake batter (duh…)
~Nuke it for 3 minutes in the mug
~Let stand until it stops rising…or just eat it straight out of the mug
Tips: things that go good include coconut, chocolate chips and walnuts. Toppings include heavy cream, ice cream, Bailey’s, whipped cream, sprinkles….
YOU’RE WELCOME xoxo
Ah, sweet Friday My day off between workdays, my weekday hiatus. Such sweet simplicity… _uacct = “UA-4888259-1″;urchinTracker();
I’m blogging for my sanity today _uacct = “UA-4888259-1″;urchinTracker();