September 11 is a date that means something to almost everyone. For me, this day has a great deal of meanings and connections. For most in the United States, and I would imagine all over the world, September 11 is a day of remembrance for those who lost their lives in 2001 during the tragic events that took place. This is one of those memories for me personally when I can remember exactly what I was doing at the moment I found out, how I felt, who I was with and more details than most other memories compiled in my head. September 11 also happens to be my birthday, and for me, today is not just any birthday but it is a milestone one. Today I leave my 20s in the past and begin life as a 30 year old. Age itself really does not mean much to me. I did not fear 30 and I do not feel much different now than I did at 22. Sure I was in a drastically different place in life and now have extremely different goals but mentally I am just about the same.
Walking through the check out counter of the grocery store, it is not only the little kids that get excited about the strategically placed eye level candy selection that you are forced to stare at while waiting behind the lady with an envelope full of coupons searching for one to save 17 cents on mouthwash. Instead of salivating over the thought of tearing open that bright colored wrapper right in line like a ravenous best, or feeling shamed and guilty about your spontaneous uncontrollable indulgence while “working it off” for an extra 30 minutes on the elliptical machine afterwards, try this instead. Excuse yourself out of line (don’t worry, it will still be just as long when you get back) and venture back out into the store to grab a few ingredients and within 5 minutes of walking in the front door of your house, you can be in taste bud heaven and not feeling bad about it at all.
A large number of the comments, emails and other forms of contact I receive tend to be from younger women. They also tend to have the same message: a young girl lost in the aspiration for improving her body image. Many times these young girls have gone through extreme measures in an effort to achieve their desired body image. However it is not just young girls that have self esteem issues. Often times that guy you always see in the gym, that you think is huge, may be suffering from self esteem and poor body image as well. They call it Bigorexia or muscle dysmorphia. Poor self esteem and body image can affect anyone however exercise can often have an influence.
Hey everyone! You do not hear from the girl version too often but here I am. The past couple months have been very hard fitness wise for me. The reason for this is because AVERAGEFITNESSFREAK IS PREGNANT! I am sure there are pregnant fitness ladies out there, or fitness men that are standing beside their pregnant ladies. Let me start off with this: Before I was pregnant I thought “When I am pregnant I will continue to work out 2 hours a day 5 days a week and eat super crazy healthy (just like usual).” That is a laugh now. Some days I am beyond tired or just plain feel like I am going to be sick to my stomach, just waking up let alone pushing my limits in the gym.