Having that sense of accomplishment is why I get up so early in the morning

Keywords: off ice , stay positive

Most importantly, there is a therapeutic component to the sport. Every time I have a lesson, all the stress produced by outside factors does not exist. Somehow, I can focus on my coach’s words. During my practice time, nothing is distracting me. My mind is attuned to what is happening on the ice. I make sure that my camera is facing me and there is enough space in the rink to practice my jumps and spins. All the negativities of the world are pushed away. I am at peace in my happy place.

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First rule of Yoga Club.

fatauntsassy's avatarFat Aunt Sassy Sees The World

Bring your mat, leave your sass at home

So, I took my first yoga class today. I mean, like my first yoga class EVER. I am at least slightly aware of the trends of the world around me, and as a 40-something Gen Xer, and have been painfully aware that yoga, along with tons of other things borrowed from ancient monks, has kinda become a thing. They even make special pants for it. If you know me at all, you might not be surprised that I’m really not “a yoga person.” I’m everything yoga is NOT: I’m essentially a klutzy, loud, awkward, generally muddy, uncouth, disheveled, irregular breather. I’ve refused even attempting it for years because, well…. refer to previous sentence. I’m also a mighty large lady, and since popping out another human, my midsection has gotten soft and wobbly (like a perfect flan). Flexibility and bending and folding and…

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Eh, back to the “grind” of coping, managing, and “getting by”…

Depression, Fitness, self discipline, Weight loss

KAJenkins's avatarFitness Imposter?

If only it could be easier, says….everyone?

I wish so hard that it could be, would be easier….but it isn’t.

I wish so hard that I could fly out of bed feeling energized and motivated every day, but I don’t.

I wish that I only craved healthy food choices and in small amounts, but that ain’t me.

I wish that life was mostly easy, with just enough challenge and adversity to make me feel accomplished…if only it could be so nice.

But it isn’t.  Most of the time on most days my feeling is, “damn this shit is hard!”

But, with the worst of my depression at bay…it IS do-able.  It just isn’t easy.  Damn.

I guess if being fit and healthy was easy, we would all be there.  We would all be living long healthy lives full of energy and pizzazz…and there would be no lines at Cinnabon.

But…

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