The picture on the left is my cardio bunny days (before I educated myself on training & nutrition), the picture on the right is after months of hard work with weights and proper nutrition to achieve the physique I wanted.
I’m so tired of hearing about how women “should” have curves or women “should” look this way or that.
Newsflash…. Women can look ANY way we choose.
Stop spreading gender stereotypes and start making your own rules! I love muscle and I think it’s sexy. If you don’t? That’s cool… To each their own!
People’s opinion of what a woman should look like is just that…. An opinion! And in most cases… It’s an opinion that was unsolicited.
Be whoever you want to be… Look however you want to look… And ignore the naysayers and the “haters”. Be the best version of you, you can be and forget about the opinions of others! =)
I think progress can have a variety of forms. Yes, I’ve lost weight and gained muscle and strength. I’m proud of my body, proud of myself. Going from 190 to 130 didn’t happen overnight by any means.
But I noticed a different type of progress with myself tonight. I noticed progress in regard to my personal relationship with food. I was bummed about, well, that much doesn’t matter, but I was really bummed. My old instincts kicked in, I wanted something happy, and comforting, and sugar. I do not keep any treats in my apartment, there is no chocolate, no ice cream, nada. I contemplated making a quick drive to the store, or running for ice cream, justifying it with the lack of calories I had consumed and the time I’d spent running and lifting. But, instead, I made myself a cup of tea, and sat down. I rationalized- the sugar I wanted wouldn’t really make me any less sad. I considered going, the craving still there, subdued somewhat. Then, I made the decision to make coffee, have a bowl of frozen blueberries and a clif bar to ease my hunger and satisfy the sweet tooth. To me, that consciousness with food, that is progress.
Also, also, I absolutely love working out. Admittedly, it might have something to do with my new workout buddy, but I don’t think that’s the whole reason. I really enjoy weight lifting. Today, I went to do squats (on my own! as in, not following my corporal around like a lost puppy), and you know what? I felt like a badass. Sure, I wasn’t squatting an obscene amount of weight. But I knew exactly what to do, I had perfect form, and despite tie dye and short shorts, I felt like I was accepted as the only girl among all the bros, just doing my 5 reps of 5, at 65 lbs. I think I might keep lifting even after the corporal heads home. We also ran, 20 minutes straight. It’s funny, because when I used to train for 5K’s, I always focused on how far and how fast I was running. Now, I just set an alarm and run, and I enjoy it so much more. Without the pressure, running seems like something I could come to enjoy. WHOA. Now that’s progress.
So just remember, even when the scale isn’t budging, there is so much more to your fitness journey than your weight. (:
Cliff bars are an acceptable food group, right?