Hello, ducklings.
Today is a Friday, so of course I will be posting a Friday Fitness Goal pic.
Here I am, in all my awkward shirtless glory.
To be honest, I’m
having mixed feelings about my workout. It’s been a month—I’ve been working
out/running steadily; I think I took a three-day-hiatus but that was my only
lapse—and outwardly, I see hardly any signs of progress, at least from these
pictures. Perhaps there is a tightening and flattening in the abdominal region,
but knowing me that very well could be wishful thinking.
However, I am
happy to say that I have been running my daily 5K faster and a few days ago, I
added 100 more sit-ups and a few more push-ups to my workout. So, even if I don’t
have the body of Adonis yet, I know for sure that I am getting stronger and
fitter. It’s just taking longer than expected.
I had really
thought that a month would show more significant difference. I’m no fitness
expert, so I could be dead wrong, but I hoped that after even three weeks,
there would be more noticeable changes. I have a very lean body type and the
metabolism of a freaking hummingbird, so it could be that I just take longer to
develop muscle, but I am not sure. My diet could have something to do with it—I’m
vegetarian, after all—but I take protein supplements and generally eat well.
Plus, I feel absolutely fine, and I haven’t even had little ills like the
occasional cold. In terms of how I feel,
everything is splendid. It’s just…I wanted to look better, you know?
It’s not hard to
see that women and girls are constantly being bombarded with images and media
that portray the “ideal female look.” They are told by TV, radio, magazines,
Internet, etc. that a woman should look this way, smell this way, dress this
way, blah blah blah. However, it is important to note that men are not let off
the hook, either. Just walk into an Abercrombie & Fitch store (or any other
store like it, essentially). Look at the male models in commercials for shaving
cream, razors, shampoo, soap, and of course
fitness machinery. Just as women are commanded by mass media to look a certain
way, so are men. And men are told to look like Greek gods. We might be able to
get away with having little muscle mass if our faces are pretty enough, but the
“ideal male look” generally involves shapely pectorals, bulging biceps, and the
ever-present perfectly symmetrical six-pack.
Am I a conformist
for striving to meet this standard, at least partially? Am I a hypocrite for
telling others to do whatever makes them happy (provided they don’t harm people),
yet spending two hours each day working out and running? Am I a fool for trying
to achieve this look?
I’m not sure. I
could be completely blind to my own idiocy (and it wouldn’t be the first time,
unfortunately). But here’s the thing: I like being healthy. I like looking
good. I love running. Sit-ups,
push-ups, wall-sits, and planks may not be quite as invigorating, but I do
absolutely love to run. My workout doesn’t make me sick or unhappy. My life
doesn’t revolve around my fitness or self-image. I am not involved with
steroids or any kind of detrimental supplement. Maybe I’m a moron for trying to
look the way society tells me I should look, but what if I like that look?
Ultimately I think
you have to do what makes you happy. If you are trying to achieve a certain
look because it will make you happy,
and you are putting your own happiness before the happiness of others, then I
think you’re probably on the right track. Things start getting murky when you
try to achieve a certain look (or anything else, for that matter) in order to
appease other people.
And with that last
nugget, I’m out! Enjoy your weekend!
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Friday, June 29, 2012
Friday, June 8, 2012
The Fitness Goal
Hello, angel faces. So, today I am
going to share with you one of my many, many goals. I want to be a model. Does
that make me sound superficial and shallow and vain? Probably. Do I
particularly care? Nope. The bottom line is this: I’ve been told repeatedly
growing up that I should look into modeling, I modeled at OU and had a really
good experience with it, and I think it’s something I’d be good at. Plus, it
seems like a great way to find success in other avenues. Another goal of mine is
to be a singer/songwriter—maybe my face will catch someone’s attention. Yet another goal of mine is to direct music
videos—maybe by modeling, I could end up in someone’s music video and see
firsthand how everything works. You never know, right?
Anyway, the great thing about this goal is that even if I don’t become a model, I will become healthier, happier, and fitter. Part of my process is to work out and tone my body up. I’m as skinny as a broom and it’s hard for me to put on weight—this is good in some aspects, but it also makes it difficult for me to put on muscle. My face is…well, it’s my face, and barring surgery (which is a definite no-no), there’s not much I can do about it. My body, however, can and will be improved.
So. I’ve been running for a long time now, but I’ve only been doing the push-ups and sit-ups for about two weeks. Here, on this blog, I am going to post a shirtless (gasp) picture of myself every Friday. Hopefully, over time, I will see positive changes in my build and mass. Unfortunately, I do not have a hi-tech camera, but I do have a cell phone and a bathroom mirror. Classy, right?
Anyway, the great thing about this goal is that even if I don’t become a model, I will become healthier, happier, and fitter. Part of my process is to work out and tone my body up. I’m as skinny as a broom and it’s hard for me to put on weight—this is good in some aspects, but it also makes it difficult for me to put on muscle. My face is…well, it’s my face, and barring surgery (which is a definite no-no), there’s not much I can do about it. My body, however, can and will be improved.
See, running is my ideal exercise.
It’s not about how big you are or how beastly you are; it’s about endurance,
speed, and discipline. But weight-lifting is a different animal entirely. For
one, I hate it. I feel silly curling my tiny little dumb bells, and I’m not
very good at it, and I don’t like it. However, there is more than one way to
skin a cat. Instead of weight-lifting (at least right now), I am doing sit-ups
and push-ups every day before I run. Sit-ups are a piece of cake for me. I do
400 a day in reps of 100 each and seeing as I’m not even breaking a sweat doing
that, I should probably add some more. Push-ups, on the other hand, are not my forte. Right now the number of
push-ups I do is so pathetic that I won’t share it with you, but I am proud to
say that I have been gradually increasing the number and variety as I go.
So. I’ve been running for a long time now, but I’ve only been doing the push-ups and sit-ups for about two weeks. Here, on this blog, I am going to post a shirtless (gasp) picture of myself every Friday. Hopefully, over time, I will see positive changes in my build and mass. Unfortunately, I do not have a hi-tech camera, but I do have a cell phone and a bathroom mirror. Classy, right?
I’m hoping that posting these
semi-embarrassing pictures will help motivate me and hold me accountable. I
suppose I could be opening the Floodgates to Internet Hell by inviting
who-knows-how-many-trolls to drop by and leave horrible disparaging comments, but
I will climb that beanstalk when I get there. Until then, please continue to
read my posts, and feel free to offer any tips and tricks on working out! See y’all
tomorrow!
You see those eyes? Those are the eyes of someone with NO SHAME.
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