Ugh, I hate that word... "dieting." It literally has the word "die" in it! By no means do you need to "die-t" to lose weight. And, sorry to spill the beans, most of those d-word strategies end in the exact opposite - either stalling progress all together or setting you up for weight gain rebound. There are a couple other (more helpful) reasons I don't like the idea of a "diet." It assumes that the changes you're making will be temporary. It usually sets you up on a meal plan that SHOULD only be temporary. It asks you to includes absurd amounts of cardio or exercise in general. It sometimes includes some sort of "meal replacement," supplement, or magic pill.
Have you ever had one of those mornings after overdoing it where even your fingernails feel bloated? Yeah, me too. Indulging over a special weekend, like the 4th of July, is totally okay! The time you spent with friends and family is priceless. And I'm sure that third s'more was totally worth it! However, feeling bloated, having indigestion, and being totally lethargic is never fun. I take these feelings with welcoming arms because they remind me why I make daily healthy choices. Sometimes letting lose for a day can actually help re-motivate you. As long as it doesn't become a consistent pattern, one or two days is not going to completely derail your progress. So do this with me, big
A good measure of your relationship status is your ability to talk about bowel movements. Yup, I just went there. Though, come to think of it, I think it took all of two dates for my boyfriend to indulge me with information about his bathroom needs :/ (it's a good thing he's adorable). On the other hand, I've only recently been somewhat comfortable enough to even admit that I needed to do anything but tinkle. When you become comfortable enough in your relationship to admit that you don't poop rose petals and sparkles, it can also translate into other parts of your life. Think about it. We chase after health, success, and wealth to ultimately attract a mate and reproduce. We are biologically
The first thought that went through my mind when I woke up one morning as someone new's girlfriend was, holy cr*p. I was thrilled, petrified, and everything in between. I had committed to someone who was more than I could wish for. But I had also been very hurt recently in the past. The first time I was someone's girlfriend was in preschool. But, I'm pretty sure I didn't get asked a formal commitment question. The second time was in the sixth grade. His name was Matt and our friend groups had decided we were the perfect match. I think we may have said ten words to each other over the duration of our "relationship," and over half of them
I consider myself to be a strong, independent woman. However, there's a very simple way to turn me into a sixteen year old girl in a matter of seconds - a text from a new beau. During the first few months of dating my now boyfriend, my heart rate would speed up every time my phone lit up with a text message. Is it him?! (I have to admit, I tend to get just as giddy seven months into dating whenever I get a text from him.) The first couple months of dating someone is a roller coaster of excitement and utter fear. No one wants to get hurt and everyone wants to be loved. When you're trying to connect and impress with