Many of my close friends, family members, and likely some of my readers now, know that I am an eating disorder survivor. Without going into major detail about that part of my life (I could write about it for hours), I have spent years with trial and error trying to come up with a fitness and diet routine that works best for me. I’ve experimented with everything under the sun from weight lifting, yoga classes, at-home workout videos, and hours upon hours of kicking my butt on any & every cardio machine. I’ve dieted to dangerous extremes; eating only fruits & veggies for a week straight, the “military diet”, the “Egg Diet”, and everything else you can find on Pinterest or in Women’s Health Magazine. As women, I think we can all agree that it takes a little practice and a lot of sweat (might I add tears) to get to the level where we feel comfortable and confident & we are constantly looking for ways to enhance our endurance, improve our strength, and perk up that booty. Thankfully, I have finally learned after all this time that it’s important to treat my body kindly– to give it exercise
I have had a handful of friends reach out to me asking how I train for half marathons, so if you’re one of those who are wondering, I have good news for you: I am a runner not because I run fast, and not because I run far. I am a runner because I run. You must know this first before I go on with any more of my running advice. Running is a dreadful, awful thing (so some think), but for me it is a rewarding, amazing sport. I have learned to love it, let alone I have learned that I can not live without it. It isn’t about the times, the number of miles, or the most expensive shoes. It’s about you; pushing yourself, your mentality, your limits of what you think you can do. Whether you are prepping for your first half marathon or your 15th, make the most of your 13.1-mile experience — from sign-up to finish line — with these ways I’ve learned to love it. 1. It doesn’t matter how slow you go, as long as you don’t stop. I haven’t always been able to run a six minute mile. At one point, an
“Overtime, I learned that I served exactly the time I needed to serve and taught the people I needed to teach.” When I was thirteen years old, I attended an EFY (Especially for Youth) the summer before eighth grade and my counselor had asked us on the first day to think of questions we wanted answers to. They could be gospel related, familial, or academic – anything we wanted – and she promised us by the end of the week, if we sought for answers from the scriptures and prayer, we would receive an answer. The question I wrote was: am I meant to serve a mission? I had watched my older brothers prepare and serve and I felt that experience was something I wanted. During the week, I read a particular scripture in Doctrine and Covenants that influenced my decision. The spirit was so overwhelming in that moment that I knew I had my answer. From then on, I tried to live my life in a way that was preparatory for a mission and read that scripture on a daily basis. I served in the Illinois, Chicago mission for exactly seven months. I entered the MTC on July
I’m no Betty Crocker in the kitchen but in my year & three months of marriage, I have learned the value of making meals for your spouse. Honestly, it’s one of my favorite things to do as a wife. With Aaron’s rigorous work schedule, we don’t see each other much, let alone eat together. He leaves the house at 8 a.m everyday only to return home sometime past 10 p.m. (and often times it’s as late as midnight) but although it’s difficult for us to be apart all those hours in a week, I owe a special thanks to my collection of BuzzFeed’s Tasty Videos that many of us enjoy watching as well as my handy 5 Ingredient Favorites cookbook. I’ve found that as I send him out the door with any of his 3 favorite meals, I also send him with a little wifely love. They’re my favorite, too, because they are simple, quick, and most delicious. #1. BBQ Chicken Pinwheel You may be more of a homemaker than I am and make everything from scratch, but I’m totally not! One day, maybe, but for now I appreciate the refrigerated Pillsbury Crescents, Sweet Baby Ray’s BBQ sauce, finely shredded cheddar-jack cheese,
Hi guys! I’m super excited about today’s post because I am giving away my first FREEBIE! Who doesn’t like free, useful stuff? Well, it’s free but I’m still clinging onto hope for the useful part. I’m a religious runner, as some of you know, but lately I’ve been thinking about why I run. I run because it makes me strong. My mind and my body are working together to reach higher goals and I’ve been craving the feeling of trying new things, like weight training. Running also makes me happy (and prevents me from causing any kind of harm against my husband. Right, Elle?!) Not only are there mental and physical benefits of running & exercise, but there are also spiritual benefits. Say whaaaat?! Yes, it’s true. Recently I came across the talk “Good Health — A Key to Joyous Living” by Barbara B. Smith from October 1978. She states, “The state of our health affects every facet of our life — our feeling of personal well-being, our approach to work, our social interactions — even our service to the Lord.” Wow. Our Heavenly Father blessed us with beautiful, strong, incredible bodies that were created to work, serve, and be treated sacredly.
Let’s chit-chat about bad habits, shall we? For starters, the plastic shopping bag. “But I need those bags!” say the plastic bag lovers, but what we really mean is we love those bags to carry groceries, pick up pet poop, discard vegetable peels, or line the bathroom trash can. Plastic bags are not a need. They are a habit. A routine. A convenience. And it’s one I want to break. Basic needs include food, water, exercise, sleep, shelter, clothing, education, and for some of us, Diet Coke (I’d say coffee but I’m trying to encourage the Word of Wisdom). Nowhere is there mention of plastic bags. Anyway, habits come in various flavors; good, bad, and in-between. I consider my plastic bag habit bad because they suffocate my kitchen drawers and the more I collect them, the more I depend on them and confuse it with necessity. Other bad habits I have are staring at bright screens before I go to sleep, cracking my knuckles, and tossing my socks on the floor. Sometimes we get comfortable with these habits/routines/conveniences that it’s hard to imagine life without them. Another bad habit that people, mostly women, have is tying their self-esteem to their weight. Yes, hang