Showing posts with label working out. Show all posts
Showing posts with label working out. Show all posts

Friday, February 6, 2015

Do you like you?

Put your make-up on

Get your nails done
Curl your hair
Run the extra mile
Keep it slim so they like you, do they like you?

Get your sexy on

Don't be shy, girl
Take it off
This is what you want, to belong, so they like you
Do you like you?

You don't have to try so hard

You don't have to, give it all away
You just have to get up, get up, get up, get up
You don't have to change a single thing

You don't have to try,


Get your shopping on, at the mall, max your credit cards

You don't have to choose, buy it all, so they like you
Do they like you?

Wait a second,

Why, should you care, what they think of you
When you're all alone, by yourself, do you like you?
Do you like you?

You don't have to try so hard

You don't have to, give it all away
You just have to get up, get up, get up, get up
You don't have to change a single thing

You don't have to try so hard

You don't have to bend until you break
You just have to get up, get up, get up, get up
You don't have to change a single thing

You don't have to try, try, try, try


Take your make-up off

Let your hair down
Take a breath
Look into the mirror, at yourself
Don't you like you?
'Cause I like you



So often we are wrapped in what others see and think of us. It consumes us. We look in the mirror and find every single thing that we don't like about ourselves. We had bags under our eyes, we don't like our hair, we need to lose just a little more weight. We are constantly tearing ourselves apart. We are trying to conform to what we think society expects of us. We aren't thin enough, we aren't pretty enough. Something is always wrong. But wait a second. Hold the phone. Step back. Take a look into the mirror at yourself. Do you like you? Why shouldn't you like you. You are exactly where you are suppose to be. You might not understand the reason. It might be hard to understand. Sometimes it sucks. Work is stressful, family is busy and trying to fit in time for yourself and friends sometimes feels impossible. Stop hating your body. Start loving it. Work hard at improving what you have. Work hard at loving what you already do have. Love yourself first so that others can love you.
Take a step back. look at yourself, don't just like yourself… Love yourself- AHK.




Sunday, January 11, 2015

Ow Factor

This weekend… Flew by.. and was filled with the OW factor… what's that you say? That when you get your butt handed to you by taking 5 classes at Girl Power Fitness by the Amazing Adriane. I can't say enough about you. Your encouragement, motivation and drive mean more to me than you will ever know. I can't imagine this adventure without you! It has been way too long since I have done a class with you, never mind 3 back to back on Saturday, and two back to back Sunday- which also followed an AMAZING 3 hour Cumbia Zumba JAM session.
Needless to say I got in my steps this weekend!
I've been working hard the last two weeks. I have been running/walking 2 miles or a half hour on the treadmill in the mornings before school. I have keep good on my promise of getting a minimum of 10 miles in a week and attending at least 1 additional class a week and I have continued to sing. I am having a hard time with my 10th goal- trying not to stress as much and number 13 -not worrying about the number on the scale.
I stress a lot- not as much as I used to but still I find myself worrying about things that I don't have any control over. Keeping busy helps but it's the quiet moments that I start thinking too much.
Now number 13. I have been busting it out. Working it out so hard and not seeing movement on the scale is killing me. I want to see the results. I want to see that number going down, and it's not. I can feel my muscles hurting. I know I am pushing my body hard. Getting up in the mornings before school, working out, and attending extra classes aren't paying off but I know that…


In the mornings I take my tablet and headphones and head down stairs to the treadmill. I hate the treadmill. I don't mind running outside, but something about running on the treadmill just is boring to me. Maybe its because I'm by myself, or maybe its because it's so early. This week shopping at the Dollar Tree and found some posters. I decided to decorate downstairs a little.


My hope is that when I have friends come over they might write messages on the white board, and that I can look at the posters and messages and the running might not be so bad.