Tag choose strong
Have you ever had a day when the thought of working out is unbearable and nothing seems to go right? Thankfully, those days have been few and far between lately – until yesterday. It was one of those days… Continue Reading →
Despite an ongoing battle with lupus, a year ago I said screw it and signed up for a half marathon. My episodes of pericarditis (inflammation of the lining of my heart causing chest pain and fluid buildup) were under control… Continue Reading →
Why is my body rebelling against me? This frustrating thought frequents my mind – especially throughout these past two years as if somehow, my lupus symptoms were my body’s way of saying “screw you“ while purposely spiting me with illness…. Continue Reading →
A big misconception is that you need to be motivated to get rolling. You don’t. Research shows that motivation follows action, not the other way around. You don’t need to feel good to get going, you need to get going… Continue Reading →
This morning I headed out the door into the dense fog to run in a nearby neighborhood called the Flats. My mind was groggy, the twinge of pain in my foot annoyed me and my body was tired. I chose… Continue Reading →
Do you ever look closely at yourself in the mirror or scrutinize a photo and find yourself being hyper critical of every inch of your face and body? Has your inner dialogue ever sounded something like this — “I hate… Continue Reading →
Last week was a terrible week for running. Every morning my entire body hurt, so it took me forever to get going. My muscles and joints ached. It seemed as if every inch of my body was stiff and sore…. Continue Reading →
For most of my life I’ve been obsessively striving to be skinny. In my mind, mainly due to the culture at the time, skinny was synonymous with good. To look good you had to be skinny, therefore that’s what I… Continue Reading →
A poor body image has haunted me since high school. Throughout my childhood and middle school years I was very athletic, skinny and even sported the iconic Dorothy Hamill haircut. As a result, I was often mistaken for a boy…. Continue Reading →