Over the last eight years, I’ve tried almost every major wellness trend.
I went paleo for a year. I started drinking — then brewing — kombucha. I became obsessed with my gut health and began making kefir and sauerkraut. I experimented with intermittent fasting. I counted macros. I tried meditating.
Trying to be as healthy as possible is a worthwhile pursuit, but this year, I realized there was something darker at the root of my obsession with wellness.
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The night before we set out to summit three of Colorado’s 14ers—a group of more than fifty peaks that exceed 14,000 feet in elevation—Nick had given us a pep talk.
“We are going to summit as a group,” he said, “and there’s only one thing that could make us turn around…
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In late September 2017, Mario Newton pulled into the parking lot of CrossFit Logan Martin in Pell City, Alabama. He had just parked the car and was about to walk in when he saw a group of people run out the gym door carrying medicine balls.
At 5 foot 4 and close to 300 lb., Newton wasn’t sure he could run, much less run while carrying a 20-lb. medicine ball.
Newton turned the key in the ignition and started the car.
“I’m not gonna do it today,” he thought as he drove away.
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“I started exercising more. I'd wake up at 5:30 a.m. and go for a 30-minute run before work. My work was only a few minutes from our home near the ocean in San Diego, so at lunch, I'd rush home, change into workout clothes, and do a quick sprint interval workout on the boardwalk before rinsing off and returning to work. Then at night, I'd go to the boxing gym for an hour.”
Why I’m healthier and happier in a sport that doesn’t have weight classes.
Two people are allowed to call me “mom”: my 9-year-old son and 12-year-old daughter. (And even these two still call me “mommy,” which I treasure and will mourn when it disappears.)
But this doesn’t stop people who aren’t my children from calling me “mom.”
Figure competitions smell awful.
Before getting onstage, almost all competitors get a spray tan that turns them the color of a leather Restoration Hardware couch. The chemical process evens out skin tone and accentuates muscle definition for physique competitions in which very tan, lean people pose almost naked on a brightly lit stage while judges pick them apart.
The first time I wore a fanny pack was for professional reasons. I was covering a live sporting event and needed to carry a reporter’s notebook, pens, and my phone. A purse seemed like a strange thing to wear while interviewing sweaty athletes, so I strapped on a fanny pack and got to work.
I confess: It was a delight.
The low-bar back squat is a favorite move of powerlifters, and for good reason.
In high school, I had a friend whose mom lived a glamorous life of parties, concerts, and late-night socializing. She’d sweep into the room on her way out for the third night in a row, and tell us in her husky voice, “Girls, you can sleep when you’re dead.”
In the ten years I've surfed -- three before kids, seven after -- I've avoided paddling out in my bikini.
An article for The Inertia about how I finally got up the courage to surf in a bikini.
The world of health and fitness can be confusing.
Recommendations change. Studies conflict each other. A food is a super food, and then it’s to be avoided. A new exercise is the only way to health, and then it’s dangerous.
I’ve come to realize it’s not exactly which diet or exercise you choose, just that you commit wholeheartedly to something. There’s not one key that will unlock the door to health and wellness.
Not everything we do for our health and well-being is enjoyable. I love working out, I enjoy eating whole foods, and I even like meditating, but I don’t think I will ever get over my hatred for meal planning.
This doesn’t mean I’m going to stop.
Planning out the week’s meals is the foundation upon which our family’s healthy eating habits are built.Although I dislike it, I understand planning dinners is most important twenty minutes of my week.
Take a look at your calendar. If it’s anything like mine, you probably see meetings, doctor appointments, family obligations, and deadlines. It’s exhausting to even look at, much less experience.
I have one recurring appointment in my schedule that’s not like the others. It doesn’t make me any money, it’s not something I have to do, it’s mostly pointless, and it’s almost entirely for my own benefit.
I spend hours at my computer, hunched over the keyboard. When I’m chasing a deadline, good posture is usually the last thing on my mind. I also ask a lot of my body in the gym, and the combination of the two can lead to aches and pains. I wondered: Would improving my posture help me stay on task and injury-free?
I went surfing recently with my husband and some friends. After I caught a wave, I paddled back to the group and started talking about how my feet were slightly in the wrong place, and how I need to adjust my position on the board.
“Get out of your head!” my friend James said to me, “stop over thinking!”
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Over the summer I went through a brutal patch of insomnia. A friend recommended meditation, and so I downloaded the Headspace app and began letting Andy Puddicombe’s soothing British accent talk me through 10 minutes of quiet.
There’s no greater stress reliever than beating your fists against a heavy bag.
I couldn’t wait to punch away my tension at the Boxing Fusion class at Grantville’s Xplicit Fitness, but I wasn’t sure what to expect. Boxing… fused with what, exactly?
Recent research shows a diverse population of intestinal bacteria is essential for good health. In an effort to improve the quantity and diversity of their own personal microbiota, many health-conscious people are exploring the wild and unpredictable world of at-home fermentation.