WHAT is with all the infographic peddling anymore? I don’t really care that you made one and I have no desire to display it on my blog.
Maybe, just MAYBE, I’ll share it on twitter or Facebook if it is actually interesting with useful information and an understandable design. However, if you are mass pitching it to bloggers, I hate to tell you, it probably isn’t interesting or useful or nicely designed.
Ill admit to loving me some OFFICE'ercising.Exercise isn’t my passion.
This fact will come as no surprise to most of you.
I workout. Consistently. I have for close to two decades. I have no plans to stop.
That said, when we (the royal) meet up at blogger conferences or other social media events I’m always the first to announce EXERCISE IS NOT MY PASSION.
For me the word passion is indicative of something you’d choose to do all day every day if you could.
For me the word passion is something which lights a fire inside you, sparks you to growth, & satiates a need or desire.
For me the word passion is something you long to talk about, read about, & engulf yourself in 24.7.
Exercise is not my passion.
I was reminded of this when I read a recent post by Kate .
(if you do not read her–you must. shes insightful, brutally honest & has a gift with words. so much so I grow excited when I see a comment left here by her as I know, whether it’s what I want to hear or NOT, there will be wisdom/loving honesty contained within).
The post in its entirety is here, but it was the two sentences below which prompted today’s blog:
Life is more than our bodies. We need strong, healthy bodies to live our life to the fullest, but when our bodies become our whole lives, we miss out on the things we wanted those bodies for in the first place.
I completely agree with Kate’s words.
Exercise & leading a healthy life is the backdrop to my daily existence.
At 42.5 I need a strong, healthy body in order to live my life the way I define as “full.”
I need energy (so I workout).
I need strength and functional fitness (so I workout).
I wish my back didnt hurt want a strong core & lower back (so I workout).
I want to lead a long and vibrant next 42.5 years (so I workout).
I want to be able to do, live and be my passion *without* bodily limitations (so I workout).
Exercise is neither my life nor my passion.
It is, in a way which works for me, a mere (consistent!) snippet of my day which allows me to pursue my passion with limitless strength & boundless energy.
My passion (please to see definition above) is helping people & promoting healthy living.
Spreading the word about exercise is one way my passion manifests itself.
And you?
Will you take a moment & share with me what makes you come to life?
Will you take moment & share with me what you could do all.day.long. & be happier than the proverbial high-protein clam?
Will you share with me YOUR passion?
A few months ago Little Guy and I had a blast reviewing the new Vitalicious VitaCakes. Check us out…
As you can see, my favorite VitaCake pairing is Hot Cocoa. I love, love, LOVE a frozen VitaCake dipped in a hot cup of chocolate.
This gave me an idea. What if I hosted a VitaCake Date Mate contest where you share your favorite or most creative way to eat a VitaCake.
Never had a VitaCake? No fear! You just need to leave an idea to enter. How fun and creative can you get with a 50 calorie piece of chocolate cake? Maybe a little frozen yogurt on the side for an a la mode? What about cut in slices and made into a parfait with berries and whip cream? The possibilities are endless!
We are looking for the most creative idea while still being in the lighter/healthier realm. No smothering the VitaCake in butter and topping with decadent ganache. Think fruit, yogurts, granola, nuts, etc.
The most creative idea (as judged by Vitalicious) will be featured on the Vitalicious Facebook page and the winner will receive a 24 pack of VitaCakes and 3 additional packs for 3 of their friends. This contest is all about sharing the love. Share your VitaCake ideas and then share your prize with your friends! It’s a win-win-win-win-win!
For inspiration click here to see the VitaRecipes on vitalicious.com. There is a fun list there using all sorts of Vitalicious products.
We will accept entries until Monday April 23 and I will announce the winner on tuesday the 24th.
Sorry winners can only have prizes shipped to the U.S. Product must be frozen on arrival.
If you’d like to order a case make sure to use the code RonisWeigh for 10% off! Click to check out their other products.
Full Disclosure: Vitalicious is a paying sponsor of Roni’s Weigh. However, all opinion expressed in this video and all my reviews are my own.
These dudes are da bomb. They show up and put in work.
Well, yip-dee-do and congratulations. You showed up for your workout. Now remember why you even came in the first place.
Remember the abs you want. The legs you want. The body transformation you desire. Then give it 110%. It’s all yours if you want it.
It doesn’t matter how many pounds you have to drop, how many gremlin-babies you pushed out that made you pudgy, or how many people give you the side eye because they don’t think you can do it.
You can have the body you want.
Quit before the workout’s done? Start out the week strong then fizzle out by the weekend? Go at it for weeks and then totally drop the ball? Stay in beast mode for months and then revert back to your old ways?
Dear gawd. Then don’t even bother.
If you’re not gonna finish and take full possession of what you came, then go home right now and eat a damn doughnut or something. The only rewards that half-assers get are sub-par results and a body that’s maybe-kinda okay. Maybe.
But YOU? You’re not a half-asser. You keeps it real, baby. And you’re gonna get exactly what you came for. Because you show up and put in work.
((wink))
As bloggers, heck as *PEOPLE*, we talk constantly about the need to get out of our comfort zones.
We write the top four reasons why exiting the zone of comfy is crucial.
We listen to podcasts about how and why we should abandon what we’re used to and try!new!things!
We tweet & we Facebook about how today is the day! Im totally leaving my rut & trying something new!! and hope for encouraging words in response.
It was in that vein I submitted an audition essay to Listen To Your Mother show.
It had been eons since I’d written anything non-healthy living related and NEVER since I’d written anything essay-length or like.
I opened up a word doc, I sat for a moment, I collected my thoughts and fifteen minutes later I was finished.
I didn’t rush.
I wasn’t in “this is so awkward & uncomfortable I just want to get it done!” mode (Ive been there and hurried that).
What I wanted to say & the story I longed to tell flowed out of me.
It was as though Id carried it in my heart for so long all I needed to do was put finger to keyboard and it materialized.
And the experience of leaving my writing comfort zone? It felt surprisingly like coming home.
I was called in to audition for the Austin show‘s organizers and I rocked it.
I share this fact not pridefully rather as a reminder to myself (and I hope to you) how sometimes, when we take a deep breath and plunge ourselves into an experience which is new & scary, the results can surprise us.
It can feel like coming home.
Instead of feeling awkward & frightening it can feel like precisely where you were meant to be and exactly what you were meant to be doing.
It can feel like coming home.
Austin’s Listen To Your Mother show takes place at the end of April.
Similar shows are happening across the United States this month (cities are listed on their home page), too.
I encourage you to see if your city is hosting a Listen To Your Mother event.
I know how excited & honored I am by the opportunity to share my story.
I can only imagine all the other women feel the same.
I wonder, if to them as well, leaving the zone of comfort felt shockingly like returning home.
(Me. At 10:36 PM…)
I’m hungry. I should eat.
Nah, I’m not really hungry, but I should eat anyway.
I wanna eat because I’m bored. Tasty snacks will cure my boredom.
Froot Loops. Pasta salad. Or popcorn. Either or.
I’m seriously not even hungry.
I should just drink some water and go to bed.
…right after I eat some popcorn.
OMG! Chocolate cake is seriously out of the question right now. I think??
Ummm, I’m just a little bits hungry.
(Me. At 10:46 PM…)
It took me 10 minutes to think it through and talk myself out of chocolate cake, sugary Froot Loops and carb-infested pasta salad. Whew! I ended the night with a handful of popcorn and a glass of water. Not bad. Not bad at all. Especially since I really wanted that chocolate cake.
If you crave unauthorized, greedy last night snacks, keep your booty planted on the couch/bed/floor and think it through before you take action towards the kitchen. It just might save you a few hundred calories.
Anyone else recall the (late 70's) commercial where two women compare the tops of their hands & the chronologically OLDER is proud to possess “younger looking hands” all thanks to XYZ product?
Was it Palmolive?!
Anyway…
I somehow internalized way.back.then. my age would always be revealed by the state of my ‘hand skin.
I also somehow internalized (I was a misfit way back then) this was an interesting thing & not a ‘bad’ thing.
Rather than fret about wrinkles or whatever age-spots (another 70s term) might be coming my way I looked forward to possessing these as a sign of having lived.
I still do.
My rapidly wrinkling hands make me smile.
Not only am I thankful to still be here no matter the state o’the hands—my calloused, rough hands are emblematic of all Ive done & the fact Ive LIVED & not let life pass me by
Last week I surprised The Tornado at school for lunch & snapped a picture of our hands.
As my smartphone camera froze & clicked I was was shocked how old the hands in the frame appeared.
Her hands.
These have seemingly vanished overnight.
The chubby, dependent pair has been replaced by hands which, to my biased mama-eyes, look stronger, sturdier and far more capable.
Hands which look able to give as well as receive.
Im off to spend the day with those hands (& the child attached to them).
Im taking advantage of Easter Monday off from school and making her weave those newly sturdy fingers in mine.
Whether you have the gift of Easter Monday or not—I encourage you to take a moment today to take note of the myriad strong, loving, capable, having-lived hands around you.
And, if youre feeling ballsy like some closeness make their fingers intertwine with yours, too.
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go grab you some hands.
