Something to read as I work on my next novel.
There is a growing trend in the health and fitness world. One of self-satisfaction and photoshoots at the gym.
But it begs the question. At what point does simply being awesome and taking care of yourself transfer into “honey, you ate a salad, you didn’t donate a lung.”
Are you on a health kick recently? Do you take your diet and eating habits a little too seriously?
You’re about to find out. These are the signs.
Continue reading ➞ Signs That You Take Your Diet Too Seriously
There are things I don’t understand. One of them is counting calories. So much so that I typed up a rant about it on my phone.
The house could’ve burst into flames, but I wouldn’t have noticed. As I typed, everything turned red. My fingers grew tense.
My eye twitched.
Here’s what I wrote.
I’m afraid I will have to begin this blog with a prayer of forgiveness.
Dear God, please forgive me for not being a better christian. For not loving you enough to want to see you sooner. I SHOULD eat chocolate cake and fried chicken so that I can begin my eternity with you in heaven WAY before I turn fifty. I apologize, God.
In Jesus’ name. Amen.
First, I hope you know that entire prayer was a joke. Second, yes, it has happened. I’m actually going to exercise.
There’s a ton of great ideas out there.
Ideas to better yourself as a human being, to make you healthier, more motivated, more creative, more beautiful.
All these ideas sound great, until it comes time to do them.
Continue reading ➞ Things I Like The Sound Of. . . But Don’t Actually Do
My mom is on a health kick of late. Yes, I blame her. I do not possess the natural motivation to take care of my body and exercise. The motivation is weak, the peer pressure from my mother is strong.
I had a thought one day about my body rejecting all things healthy.
Today, I am here to prove it to you. This is real-life stuff, people.
Oh where, oh where, did my little day go?
I feel like that’s from a nursery rhyme, but I can’t remember what it is. . .
I’m dwelling on this. Why? Move on, Rebekah. .
So I went to the gym today.
Wore my fancy new sneakers my parents bought me as an early Christmas present. I usually don’t like the look of exercise shoes, but I think these are really nice.
Continue reading ➞ BLOGMAS Day #16 — My Workout Routine & Healthy Eating Habits
This morning my mom and I went to the gym for the first time. Well, it was my first time at the gym. She’s always worked out, and it was really my first time, because I had never set foot in this particular gym until today. She signed me up herself.
But I got a free t-shirt, and as far as free t-shirts go, it’s pretty awesome. I was dumb enough to take an epic, Ultimate Fitness posing picture of myself in it, but then the whole world would know where I go, and as far as safety is concerned, that’s not the smartest thing to do. So I’m sorry for no pictures.
That t-shirt though… pretty awesome.
I walked into that gym wearing my free t-shirt, my new exercise leggings (on sale at Target), hair in a pony tail, standing proud and tall. Then it hit me. I bet they could distinguish the newbies because everyone wears their free t-shirts the first day.
My goal was to blend in and try not to look confused. I believed I already failed that goal.
My mom was smart, she wore a normal, no-brand t-shirt. She would fit in just fine.
Alright, alright. You would be happy to know that I did in fact get over the t-shirt fiasco. There was one other girl wearing the same one. I wanted to ask her if she was new. Other than that moment, I moved on with my life.
