piea i rlly wanna start getting in shape but idk where to start could u give a quick rundown of ur diet + workout for ideas? thank u ❤️❤️❤️
oh my god ive been cheating a LOT lately… but imma get back into my habits. i mean it takes a lot of patience…. ive been working out almost 1.5 years now. so like..
the first 5 months:
12 minute sprints on a treadmill
abs: 50 sit ups, 50 leg raises, 1 minute planks
thighs: 50 squats, 1 minute wall sits, 50 lunges.
lots of machines to get a feel for what i wanted to focus on i guess?
i didnt care about my eating habits at all.
looooooooooooooooots of cardio oh my gOD, i was on some crazy cardio high? idk, there were like 2 months where i would go to the gym ONLY for cardio?? it was so weird. literally 1 hour of cardio everytime i went in there. 3-4 times a week, so like…. almost 12- 16 miles a week.
it slowly reduced down to like 2 times a week and eventually once a week of cardio because i was losing a lot of weight at a ridiculous pace.
i cared about my eating habits. i ate from smaller bowls, i replaced rice with couscous, i ate a lot of salads, eliminated soda completely from my life, lots more water and coffee instead. i use almond milk from time to time.
i’m focused on toning. so like now ive been doing 15-30 minute runs
50 sit ups, 50 leg raises, 1 minute planks, 2 30 second side planks, 30 side crunches each side, some russian twists or whatever and yah
thighs: squats, 1 minute wall sits, other machines that are availabe.
eating: breakfast is usually light for me. its pretty much a coffee and some fruit? water of course. for lunch i eat more fresh salads: kale, peppers, chicken chick peas, no dressing. dinner is usually couscous and something that i can stir up real quick with meat or some form or protein. snacks throughout the day will be fruits/almond butter.
DONT FEEL BAD ABOUT TREATING YOURSELF TO SOME JUNK!??!?! LITERALLY DONT LMFA.O… I USE JUNK TO GET MY ASS TO THE GYM SO I CAN BURN OFF THE CALORIES. JUST SAYING. I HOPE YOU GET THE BODY YOU WANT!! HIT ME UP FOR ANYTHING ELSE YOU MIGHT NEED. I HOPE THIS HELPS.
Here’s a hard truth: getting back into shape isn’t easy, or glamorous, or fun, or sexy. It isn’t quick, it isn’t painless, and it isn’t pretty.
This is what it is: it’s staying in on a Saturday night so you can hydrate and get enough sleep before a long run that is exactly a quarter of the distance you used to run on long run days. It’s convincing yourself that that run even matters, short as it is. It’s convincing yourself to take that run seriously, short as it is.
It’s wearing compression socks under your jeans to work, hoping your over-worked legs will miraculously feel better by the time your run rolls around. It’s using every mental trick you know - just get to that lamppost, just get to that fire hydrant, just get to your street - to keep yourself running when they don’t.
It’s rolling out a mat and doing core work at the foot of your bed after you run, even though you’d rather be in that bed, preferably watching Netflix with a glass of wine. It’s doing yoga videos alone in your basement. It’s bringing your foam roller with you wherever you go, and trying to laugh it off when your friends make fun of you, again, for taking it so seriously.
It’s schlepping it to the gas station during a snowstorm so you can buy two bags of ice. It’s shivering while you carry them inside your house. It’s shivering even harder when you lower yourself into a homemade ice bath and force yourself to sit there for 20 minutes. It’s hoping that it works.
It’s two plates at dinner, trying to make sure you’re eating enough. It’s forcing yourself to drive to the store on a weeknight when you run out of frozen vegetables. It’s praying that that thing you heard about bananas speeding up recovery is true because everything hurts and you have a run on the schedule and you can’t skip a day because you’ll lose momentum.
It’s learning that momentum is a precious thing - the most precious thing. It’s realizing that it doesn’t matter how bright the fire burns, as long as it’s still alive. It’s dedicating your entire existence to stoking it, in the big ways and the small ways, doing whatever you can to make sure that when you wake up in the morning, you’ve still got a spark to work with.
It’s not easy. It’s not glamorous. It’s not fun, or sexy, or quick, or painless. It really, truly is not pretty.
Today I found my sister working out and was confused as to why. She’s only 14 and should be mixing weird ice cream flavors and going to hang out with friends not doing yoga and 10 minute intense ab workouts. So i asked her why she was exercising and she replies ‘to get in shape’. I was a little upset by this because shes only 14, why should she worry about body image? Shes already thin so i was worried she was harming herself.
Before i gave her the ‘society’s expectations for the physical appearance of women is bullshit’ speech i asked why
And do you know what she said?
“I wanna kick ass”
She wasnt working out to get the perfect summer bod, she was working out to fucking KICK ASS. She said that she wanted to learn martial arts n shit but first she wanted to punch like a hard ass and impress everyone with her muscles
And i was so damn shocked. Now all it seems girls work out for is an hourglass figure and a flat stomach but no, this 14 year old just wants to be strong enough to kickass.
Society tells us that our bodies have to be this perfect replica of friggin Jessica Rabbit. It tells us that the only reason we should work out is to get skinny. It tells us that girls with more weight than others need to diet and jog 5 km a day.
Why should we as women exercise and diet to get the perfect, skinny hourglass body, big butt, and big boobs figure to please men and society??
If we’re going to exercise shouldn’t it be for our OWN benefit? To kick ass? To feel strong, confident and pretty?
Instead of pretending to know what gluten is and hating our bodies, shouldn’t we love them?
Ladies, if you’re going to exercise and diet do it because you want to, not because of unrealistic body portrayals of women.
Do it because you love yourself
Do it to become strong
Do to to become confident
Do it because you want to show off your muscles
Do it like a girl, like a 14 year old girl.
There’s a low, paint-chipped door in the corner of Alexei Mashkov’s living
room in Providence.
His agent tells him that the door used to connect to the apartment next to his,
a long time ago, when the structure had been one. The door leads to nowhere
now, only a wall of bricks. Alexei has even seen the wall of bricks in person,
when he requested the landlord open the door for fun. He’s always been curious,
after all, and the old, rusted key that the agent picks out from the cabinets
only added to that curiosity.
“You’ll get yourself into trouble one day, Lyosha,” his grandmother used to
tell him. Alexei had been young, perhaps seven or eight, when she warned him.
“Don’t ask so many questions, and try to be happy, or the spirits will see, and take you.” She
had said, “Don’t go through strange doors, and don’t follow voices, especially
if they sing to you.”
“What’s so bad about singing?” Alexei had demanded, in a petulant way only a
seven-year-old can manage. “I sing.”
“Yes, love, but they sing to
confuse you,” his grandmother had responded. “They sing of a life better than
the one you have, so you want to come to them. You see? They want to trick you
and steal you away.”
Of course, Alexei had thought her warning had been metaphorical, if not
slightly cryptic. She’d been old then, and easily confused. If you take out the
spirits part, the rest sound more or less logical. He figured that she doesn’t
want him talking to strangers and end up kidnapped, so Alexei had merely nodded
and promised her. No going in strange doors, no following the singing voice, not that there’d been any in his life. Until now.
The bricks are nothing special: the seams filled with cement, the corners dusty
with cobwebs. It’s nothing out of the ordinary, but there’s a draft that only
Alexei can feel because when he mentions it to the agent, she only blinks in
“Why not lock it?” Alexei asks, when the agent pockets the old key and closes
the old, wooden door.
“Why should I?” the agent says, smiling. “The wall is bricked up. Not like
there’s anything that can come out. Now, let’s go to the kitchen. The structure
itself is a little old, almost 150 years, but it’s been recently remodeled.
It’s got a beautiful granite counter top—”
Alexei loves the house. But doesn’t know why he feels uneasy about the door. When he gets the keys to the house, he finds the rusted key again and locks the door.
I really want dan to tell us stories of is rebellious teen years like his experimentation with drugs and party life and stuff... too bad he won't because of how some fans will react to it, like emulate it or go crazyfan about it instead of just listening to it and having a laff
i wrote this and sent it to myself i love time travel :) ok but like.. i want him to tell us abt his Cool Boy life so much… bad party stories……. first times he got high n drunk……… best things he acted in and tiny behind the scenes snippets and stories of the funny things his drama class did ……….. stories abt his friends that arent necessarily abt Them but the Things He Did With Them ie “emos go to the mall”…. hes not even that cool but like i just wanna Know all the dumb teenagery things he did i want to make fun of him so bad