Posts tagged ‘self love’

December 6th, 2012

Body Love

by Tiff

First up – the not-so-clean cleanse has come to an end.  I threw in the towel for a few reasons:

  • I refused to order another black coffee from Starbucks yesterday.  Tall nonfat cappuccino for me!

recup

  • I haven’t been recovering from my workouts.  I don’t think I’ve been doing the cleanse long enough for it to have affected my recovery, but a lack of adequate protein isn’t going to help me remedy the situation either.
  • I ran out of wine.  Okay okay… totally kidding.  I’ve got a stockpile… you know, for all the holiday visitors…
  • I weighed myself yesterday and decided I didn’t want to lose additional weight.

OMG – did she just mention weight?  Yup.  I went there.  That wasn’t really the purpose of the cleanse anyway, just a side effect.

To be honest, this Body Love post had a bit more to it this morning, but I made an edit.  I had second thoughts while at the gym, so as soon as I got back, I revised.  Nevertheless, the link love on body love and self love below is still awesome.  Check it out if you haven’t already.

loveyourself

 

  1. If you’ve got other link love for body love, link up in the comments!
July 16th, 2012

Monday Musings…

by Tiff

Today’s post is a short one.  It’s also a weird one.  Bear with me…

Although I occasionally enjoy reading fitness and/or health magazines, checking fashion websites, or browsing Pinterest, I know how it can make me feel.  Rather than go into the fluffy details, let’s sum up my feelings with one word:

inadequate

No, I don’t always feel this way.  I also feel pretty good about myself most of the time… but….

When I see thin, I want it.

Source: google.com via Tiff on Pinterest

 

When I see muscles, I want them.

Source: tumblr.com via Tiff on Pinterest

 

But here’s the crazy thing…

When I see that kind of thin or brawn in real life, ehhhh… not so much.  In real life, I find real women more beautiful.  I know “beauty is in the eye of the beholder,,” and “real” depends heavily on perspective.  (ie: I don’t live in Los Angeles.)  So I guess it should be a lesson – a lesson to love me for me.

Source: google.com via Amie on Pinterest

 

Thankfully I haven’t had to learn this lesson the hard way, but somehow it just never sticks.  Ladies, why do we keep forgetting this???  No matter how you learn it – just learn it!

Love you for you.

OK – sorry for the oddball post.  I’m not sure where that came from, but I warned ya!  On a lighter note…

How was your weekend?  Did you do anything fun?