I don't have much to blog about lately. However, I did read something that I think is very worth reading. I follow Flavia DelMonte's blog "Flavilicious Fitness" and today's post is a good one. She talks about why it's important to lift weights. Why you will never achieve your perfect body by starving yourself and avoiding weights. How by just adding 5lbs of muscle, you can burn an extra 1,750 calories a week! And a plethora of healthful benefits (including longer life span). Check it out:
http://www.flaviliciousfitness.com/blog/2012/05/13/10-reasons-women-should-not-be-scared-of-gaining-muscle/
Showing posts with label women with muscle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label women with muscle. Show all posts
Monday, May 14, 2012
Monday, April 2, 2012
Dream squashers
I just read something that really hit home for me. It was called "Beware the Dream Squasher".
The author basically described a dream squasher as someone who feels compelled to tell you why you can't or won't achieve your goals and dreams.
I have come across a few dream squashers. They live to annoy. My husband, unfortunately, seems to be one of my biggest dream squashers. He has made it clear on many occasions that he isn't into my passion for fitness/muscle/health/etc. And that's fine. We don't have to agree on everything. But what really gets to me is that he is so negative about it.
A few examples of this are when I was so proud of how my lower abs were finally starting to become visible. I mentioned it to him and his response was, "I'm not into visible abs." Fine. To each his own. Another time, I talked about muscle separation in my legs. He said, "I'm not sure that's a good thing." I don't know if he thought I meant my muscles were actually separating or just that he didn't think that being able to see muscle definition in my legs was a good thing. By the way, when I said muscle separation, I was referring to being able to see the different heads of the quadriceps.
Yeah, this coming from a self professed "leg man". You would think he would love the fact that I'm trying to improve the shape of my legs instead of letting them go to flab.
Not that I'm trying to drag my husband through the mud, he is a good man. I just wish he would show me some support. Even when I bring it up, he claims he does and it's end of conversation. So talking to him about it gets me nowhere.
He isn't the only one either. There are others (one in particular, whom I won't name) who questions EVERYTHING I am passionate about. It drives me crazy. You may not agree with everything I do, say or believe, but that doesn't mean I'm wrong and you're right. I feel literally picked on at times and I just want to say shut the hell up and leave me alone!
Anyway, getting back to this article, the author goes on to give tips on how to deal with people like this. One that sort of opened my eyes was this:
"Realize they don't understand your dreams." - well, that's an understatement in my case. It seems like I'm alone in this world when it comes to my aspirations. I know there are thousands upon thousands just like me, I just don't know any personally. I know a few fitness fanatics, but no women who want to build muscle the way I do.
Another tip was: "Be selective about who you share your dreams with." Well, in my case, I have a husband who doesn't particularly share an interest in nutrition and fitness. And when you can't share a huge passion with your partner for the rest of this life, who do you go to? Mom? She's too biased.
There is no real balance in support. On one end, I have my mother who (like any mother) thinks her child can move mountains and is beyond perfect. Then I have my husband who is ever so happy to be overly critical of every thing I do, all the time.
"Don't expect universal support". I don't. I totally understand that when it comes to the topic of women having muscle, there usually isn't a grey area. You either love it or hate it.
And my personal favorite: "Succeed." (Oh, I will!) "It will annoy the crap out of the Dream Squashers."
Sometimes I think that is part of what drives me forward. The negative feedback I get from a certain few people really makes me want to shove my success in their faces. God has put these dream squashers on this earth to motivate me and push me onward. He doesn't throw anything at me I can't handle, right?
click to read article
Article Source: http://EzineArticles.com/698718
The author basically described a dream squasher as someone who feels compelled to tell you why you can't or won't achieve your goals and dreams.
I have come across a few dream squashers. They live to annoy. My husband, unfortunately, seems to be one of my biggest dream squashers. He has made it clear on many occasions that he isn't into my passion for fitness/muscle/health/etc. And that's fine. We don't have to agree on everything. But what really gets to me is that he is so negative about it.
A few examples of this are when I was so proud of how my lower abs were finally starting to become visible. I mentioned it to him and his response was, "I'm not into visible abs." Fine. To each his own. Another time, I talked about muscle separation in my legs. He said, "I'm not sure that's a good thing." I don't know if he thought I meant my muscles were actually separating or just that he didn't think that being able to see muscle definition in my legs was a good thing. By the way, when I said muscle separation, I was referring to being able to see the different heads of the quadriceps.
Yeah, this coming from a self professed "leg man". You would think he would love the fact that I'm trying to improve the shape of my legs instead of letting them go to flab.
Not that I'm trying to drag my husband through the mud, he is a good man. I just wish he would show me some support. Even when I bring it up, he claims he does and it's end of conversation. So talking to him about it gets me nowhere.
He isn't the only one either. There are others (one in particular, whom I won't name) who questions EVERYTHING I am passionate about. It drives me crazy. You may not agree with everything I do, say or believe, but that doesn't mean I'm wrong and you're right. I feel literally picked on at times and I just want to say shut the hell up and leave me alone!
Anyway, getting back to this article, the author goes on to give tips on how to deal with people like this. One that sort of opened my eyes was this:
"Realize they don't understand your dreams." - well, that's an understatement in my case. It seems like I'm alone in this world when it comes to my aspirations. I know there are thousands upon thousands just like me, I just don't know any personally. I know a few fitness fanatics, but no women who want to build muscle the way I do.
Another tip was: "Be selective about who you share your dreams with." Well, in my case, I have a husband who doesn't particularly share an interest in nutrition and fitness. And when you can't share a huge passion with your partner for the rest of this life, who do you go to? Mom? She's too biased.
There is no real balance in support. On one end, I have my mother who (like any mother) thinks her child can move mountains and is beyond perfect. Then I have my husband who is ever so happy to be overly critical of every thing I do, all the time.
"Don't expect universal support". I don't. I totally understand that when it comes to the topic of women having muscle, there usually isn't a grey area. You either love it or hate it.
And my personal favorite: "Succeed." (Oh, I will!) "It will annoy the crap out of the Dream Squashers."
Sometimes I think that is part of what drives me forward. The negative feedback I get from a certain few people really makes me want to shove my success in their faces. God has put these dream squashers on this earth to motivate me and push me onward. He doesn't throw anything at me I can't handle, right?
p.s. I'm "into visible abs" and I LOVE mine :)
click to read article
Article Source: http://EzineArticles.com/698718
Monday, March 26, 2012
muscles...ugly?
Some people think that women with muscles are ugly.
Seriously? I want to be ugly!
FYI - this is Jamie Eason, I'm a big fan. We are the same age. Can you believe that? She still looks like she's 20, doesn't she? She's so dang cute. And her body is.....well.....let's be honest - perfect. Wiki her sometime if you are unfamiliar with her accomplishments.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
motivation
Mom and I went to the gym after dinner last night because we both had morning appointments. The receptionist even said, "Well, you two are here at an odd hour." Yeah, we always go in the morning. She said it's a lot busier than we are used to - just fyi. The old me would have freaked out about it. Crowded gym + girl with severe anxiety + self-consciousness = NOT GOOD. But I was cool. It didn't bother me. Let me say that again, it didn't bother me! (yay)
Anyway, on with my story....
We were there, we worked out, blah blah blah. Yes it was a tad busier. More weight lifting men around than usual (intimidating). On our way out, this person whom I've never seen before comes up to me and says, "I was going to ask you, are you training for something in particular? Some sport or competition?"
I said, "Nope. Just for fun." Which, isn't entirely the truth. I mean, I DO have a purpose for training like I do, but it's not like I'm going to tell him I'm trying to lose jiggle.
And he shook his head surprised and said, "Wow, cuz you work HARD."
I think I was beaming. I said thanks and he walked away. I looked at my mom and said, "That's the second time some random person has come up to me and asked me that same thing!"
It was agreat GREAT feeling!
I'm not just another girl on the treadmill. I'm out there busting my ass with the big boys, and I'm proud of it!
Anyway, on with my story....
We were there, we worked out, blah blah blah. Yes it was a tad busier. More weight lifting men around than usual (intimidating). On our way out, this person whom I've never seen before comes up to me and says, "I was going to ask you, are you training for something in particular? Some sport or competition?"
I said, "Nope. Just for fun." Which, isn't entirely the truth. I mean, I DO have a purpose for training like I do, but it's not like I'm going to tell him I'm trying to lose jiggle.
And he shook his head surprised and said, "Wow, cuz you work HARD."
I think I was beaming. I said thanks and he walked away. I looked at my mom and said, "That's the second time some random person has come up to me and asked me that same thing!"
It was a
I'm not just another girl on the treadmill. I'm out there busting my ass with the big boys, and I'm proud of it!
And now I will leave you with some MOTIVATION!
Strong, stunning and SEXY!
One day, I will have earned the right to have my picture in the line up...
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