We are busy girls, no doubt. But being busy is never a good excuse for skipping out on a workout. Not only is it BS (you could spend a little less time shopping online, you know), but it’s just not good for you. And you are gonna feel really crappy later when your body turns to mush and you can’t play Rock Band without breaking a sweat.
After finishing another long day of classes (a whole 3 hours!), you head home to grab a quick snack and go to the gym. You don’t even let yourself sit down or get comfortable, knowing that getting near that couch – even for a moment – means you would never get up again.
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When every guy you know is a complete let down, your major is still undecided and you can’t find the perfect pair of boots, you feel defeated/without control/craving a brownie. But just because some things never go right, there is one thing in your life that is 100% up to you: your health.
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he weather is finally starting to warm up, and summer will be here before we know it. While I love summer and I'm excited to have the time off to relax and have fun, just thinking about the fact that sundresses, short-shorts, and bikinis are in my not-too-distant future makes me cringe. The fact of the matter is, my body isn't quite ready for skimpy summer clothes just yet.
Last week while I hopped on the treadmill for my afternoon jog, I looked next to me and spotted some guy wearing these. I thought it might be some sort of joke - they did look rather similar to gorilla feet, and that's sorta funny - until I saw another guy walk in wearing similar shoes. (Or whatever you'd call them....)
I get it. Trust me, I get it. It’s getting nice out and the last thing you want to do is spend an hour or two inside the gym. Who wants to sweat indoors when eating ice-cream by the lake is so much more appealing (and yummy?) But on the flip side, you'll be donning a bikini before you know it (like, ahem, next week) and you want to look h-o-t.
If teen magazines are to be believed, from January to June, there’s exactly one thing on every female high school student’s mind: prom. Or should I say: ~~*OMG PROM!!@! Only writing out the word like that can give it the respect it deserves.
I am quite possibly the least athletic person you will ever meet. When I was 12, my mother asked me not to run in public. “It’s embarrassing,” she said. “There’s something about the way you run that’s just…weird.”
It was hard not to notice Kelly Ripa whip herself into the best shape of her life almost instantly two years ago. She had always looked good, but suddenly her body looked insane. In a good way. I wanted to know her secrets. I longed for the formula to her suddenly sculpted arms and her six pack abs.
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It's time to man up, ladies, and empower yourselves to live life without the aid of Prince Charming. Not only does this make our lives a whole lot easier (hello, do you really want to wait around for someone to jump-start your car?), but sometimes it's safer to take matters into our own hands (instead of asking some rando to do it for us).
If you somehow haven’t noticed by now, the Obama's are BUFF. With Michelle baring her toned arms in those sleeveless dresses we love so much and Barack going shirtless in Hawaii (yum), there’s no doubt we’ve got a fit couple leading our country. The Obama's get it done – and if they can do it, so can we!
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I know that if I don't clock in at least thirty minutes of cardio per session, I feel like my gym outing has been a waste and a failure. And I'm always hard on myself if I leave without doing crunches, even if I've run a couple of miles. In short -- going to the gym has become about the time clock, but according to a study published in the New York Times, I'm going about things all wrong!
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I don't make resolutions for the new year. Not only do I know I will not keep them, but I also know that anything important enough to give up on December 31st should probably be given up on any other day. I tried to give up cake once - what a disaster. Just knowing the 31st was coming and that I would soon be without my beloved buttercream sent me on a downward spiral that resulted with me, a fork and a missing Costco sheet cake.
Working out is hard enough already – do you really need someone yelling in your face the entire time? If I want to work out, I can do it entirely on my own. I’m just fine pounding the treadmill alone. With my iPod. And without any camouflage, baggy pants, and whistles! After 7th grade, I resigned myself to the fact that I cannot do a pull-up, and I am more than fine with that.
I know what you're thinking: between class, work, boyfriends/girlfriends, and going out, there's not really any time in your schedule for training to run a 5k or some other race. And hey, you may be right—you know yourself way better than I know you. But if you think you can find a spare 30 minutes on most days and you have a hankering to rid yourself of that muffin top or boost your health in general, read on.
Unless you consider yourself "a runner," (you know who you are) running can kind of suck. A lot. Sometimes it feels great to feel the wind through your hair and know that you left the equivalent of a 5K in the dust, no sweat. Other times, you barely make it to the end of your block before thoughts of turning home to the comfort and safety of your couch and DVR creep into your head.
Between classes, clubs, and work, my days start early and end really, really late. My stress levels are so high it's no surprise I often choose ice cream over vegetables and Degrassi (shh, don't tell!) over gymming it up. So when I do finally muster up the energy to make it to the gym I know I have to make it count.
When I broke up with my last boyfriend I was ecstatic to have my personal time back. It had been a long time since I'd had my own routine and I couldn't wait to do what I wanted to do, when I wanted to do it. I had grand plans of daily visits to the gym, cooking my weird healthy meals and eating them on the couch while watching marathons of Say Yes To The Dress.
Typically, the weight room on college campuses is the “man’s domain” (as we control the cardio machine kingdom), so walking in there - never-mind actually using different machines while frat guys look on with tongues hanging out - seems less than appealing for many women. You think I'm gonna do some squats while that meat head looks on? No thank you.
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Between the nightly orders of cheese fries and the daily “I’m too tired/busy/stressed/wrapped up in this Friends marathon to go to the gym” you’ve let yourself go. And based on how much work it takes to get those bootcuts over your thighs, it’s all beginning to catch up with you. So when Sunday rolls around you put your (chubby) foot down and decide it’s time to get back in gear.
You know those days when, no matter how much you know you should workout, you just can’t bring yourself to put on a sports bra and sweat for an hour or two? You’re too tired. The futon is too comfortable. And those Project Runway re-runs need to be watched again. Well, don’t be too hard on yourself – you only have so much willpower. Literally.
School is in full swing, which means you've got classes, student groups, long hours in the library, late night binges after a long night of drinking.... And you gotta fit the gym in there somewhere.
I have this theory that anything that’s good for the planet is good for your health as well. You’ve heard it all before: ditching the car, eating organic greens, and drinking tap water are all great ways to maintain your well-being. But did you know that adding a little green to your workout routine can actually bump it its effectiveness and your subsequent sexiness?
We’re all well aware of the fact that we are the technology generation. We spend our days glued to computer screens, sending more texts and BBMs a minute then our hearts beat, and accompanying our lives with a personal soundtrack courtesy of our iPods. After Twitter made it possible to tell the world what you’re doing every 2 seconds, I thought nothing could shock me.
Your slate is clean (and your pants still fit!), so let this new school year be your opportunity to start fresh and make good, healthy choices. It's always good to start out with goals you actually will end up completing, so here are some small, completely doable changes for you to consider so that this year finds you healthier and even more fabulous than the last!
So the fall semester is rolling round again. For you freshies that means the dreaded “Freshman 15." For the rest of us it means the shame of gaining an undisclosed amount of weight even though we are supposed to be “adjusted” and know how to stay healthy while we’re away from home.
I'm not sure if I'll be able to make it here another two weeks. I may kill myself. Or someone else. I say this because yesterday I was forced to do a mini-triathalon. I'm not sure if I've ever endured greater agony than what I just experienced. Alright, that's sort of an overstatement, but it really was incredibly effing hard.
It's been one hell of a week. Literally. The mixture of heat and humidity outside is paralleled only in Satan's world, and the frizz ball that is my head makes me think someone upstairs is very, very upset with me. But, besides all that, I guess the week wasn't too bad as we wrapped up July, CollegeCandy style.
Having now survived a full week of fat camp, I think I can safely say that I probably have never worked as hard in my life as I have since I got here. I'm incredibly out of shape (which adds to the difficulty), and it's been a big change for me. It's been a good change, however; I needed to get out of my comfort zone.
Since I don't exercise in a traditional manner (i.e. don't exercise at all...), I end up counting any and all physical activities as exercise. Like walking to the train station. Or shopping. Or sex. Well, apparently someone else is on the same page as I am.