For whatever reason, my reading of all things has gone up lately. Mainly in what most would term “self-help” books or something of that ilk. However rather than reading a book and stroking one’s imaginary beard and nodding with the “that was very insightful” thought doing the rounds in your head, I’ve just put each book down and read another one.
And another, and another. Then the Olympics happened. Or rather, I was working within it for 16 solid days. And within those 16 days I’ve seen various aspects of generosity and selfishness that’s made me wonder what it’s all really for. I mean really?
Without beating about the bush, a larger reason for most people as to why they workout and spend irreplaceable hours in the gym is so that they look and feel good, whilst naked. Read more
So I was going to do a video blog about something that’s been bothering me as of late, (it’s still on my hard drive, I’m in two minds as to whether I should upload it or not) but then came upon an article posted on another site about the ill conceived perception of what a “Paleo” woman should look like.
That phrase in itself is an oxymoron really. If we’re talking about how a woman should look like from an evolutionary stand point, then the hourglass has us down to a T, if not MORE so. Here’s evolution for you, “Mmmm, she’s got child bearing hips”…
Anyway, Paleo aside, the booty really isn’t something that should disappear. I know there are cultural differences where by some say a big butt is bad, and others say a big butt is good (the bigger the better) and that’s their prerogative. All I’m saying is rather than pining for these images we’re force fed on a daily basis giving us a false foundation of where happiness lies, look at yourself in the mirror and say “hello”. Find the bits you’re not so keen on and look at WHY you’re not so keen on them and what you’d rather prefer…NO don’t look at a magazine and say you want *that* body. Unless we’re going into genetic restructuring, that’s not a path that’s available.
Venus of Willendorf
So I’m sat here, noodling away with things, and stuff (like we all do) and I’ve *still* not gone outside to test my new speed rope from RX Jump Ropes. It’s an insanely sunny day with a crisp nip in the air (and a bit of a bite in the shadows), yet I’ve opted for sitting indoors planning world domination.
There is a method to the madness mind. Tuesday afternoon last week, I went to the gym…I had a set program in mind (currently hammering the hammies, glutes and quads) as well as weights and time. Never more than an hour in the gym, out of that probably 20-25mins is weights, the rest involves a warmup, stability exercises that target the gluteus maximus and gluteus medius (as my physio lovingly says, I “got a weak ass!”), mobility work (mm, foam rollers!) and some breathing meditation to round it off.