“Are you killing it in the gym, but not seeing results? Chances are, you’ve fallen victim to bad advice” (CNN.com/studentnews). We are told many different thing when it comes to exercising, we read magazine that tell us the “right” way to exercise, but it is’t always accurate. You know how crunches are the key to flat abs? WELL GUESS WHAT thats not entirely true. Yes crunches are a good way to tighten your abdominals a bit but don’t exactly slim your midsection. Why, you ask? Because you’re not really burning off a lot of calories so it doesn’t help majorly with fat loss. Instead you should planks and bridges, and if you do, do crunches make sure to do then the proper way; soft surfaces for your back, and tailbone. You know how after a workout, you’re drenched in your own sweat, that must mean you burned a lot! DANG! Sorry to disappoint you, but just because you’re soaked doesn’t necessarily mean you burned the soda you drank for lunch or the yogurt you had for breakfast. ” ‘ Sweat is a biological response that cools your skin and regulates internal body temperature’ ” (CNN.com). Do your knees hurt after you ran a mile? Well, you know what they say, ‘running is bad for your knees’. SIKE! I know stomping on the pavement is bad, rather than running on grass, however it’s not completely harmful. Wearing the proper shoes and building leg muscles help your legs. Jogging before starting a run and jogging in between help your joints a bit . Also, you should stretch to recover faster. Wait! Actually thats another myth, if it helps you then by all means reach towards the sky! However, the University of Milan study found that there no significant change to people who stretch after they exercise. It’s crazy how many myths there are about exercising! Keep doing what your doing if it works for you but keep in mind that some things you believe in aren’t necessarily true. “I think you should still exercise and eat HEALTHY because moving your body is always good” says Max L. Glaser
Daily Archives: April 10, 2014
The Girl Who Wouldn’t Cry
The troubles keep
Piling up
Making her blood boil
Her head pound
Making her hand
Roll into a ball
But she will
Smile like
Nothing’s wrong
But then questions
Are being asked
Rumors are
Being spread
Before the truth
Can catch up
To the end
And all she does
Is talk like
Everything’s alright
The insults
Knock the wind
Out her lungs
Making her eyes watery
Manipulating
Her mind
But she acts like
Its all just a
Bad dream
Her mind starts to
Wonder
Trying
To pin point
The minute
Things went
Wrong
Making her heart ache
Wanting to cry
And hide
But she just
Stands up
With her chin held
High
Pretending like
It’s not hurting her
Inside
1000 days to 1
Early morning, the birds sing -7 a.m.
flowers blooming, clouds leaving, sun rising.
Inhaling his masculine scent, peeling my eyes open
the sun beaming down his face, he’s still asleep.
Our bodies covered with a white comforter
one arm wrapped around my body and the other laying beneath his head
oh how his smoothed, tanned, toned body rests beside mine.
My head placed on his bare chest, I can hear his heart beating
thump thump … thump thump … thump thump
running the tips of my fingers down his body
our legs tangled, like the seaweed in the deep, infinite sea
pecking kisses on his body, I slowly make my way on top of him
“hmmm” he moans
his eyes slowly open, adjusting to the sunlight
then finally locking with mine.
“..morning beautiful.” He exhales
it’s only 8 a.m and he’s already
made my day.
Time flies when I’m with him;
waking up to him
to the birds singing
sun shining
my heart filled with his love
even with our mortal human years, that we are given
having him by my side …everyday
just brightens my world.
Early morning, rain falling – 6 a.m
leaves rattling, branches snapping, wind roaring
taking a deep breath, it’s so cold.
Waking up, I turn to face him
even with old, wrinkled skin he’s still fair in my eyes.
Still asleep, still he is -he looks frozen
I rise the blanket to warm our bodies -yet the bed is ice cold
I scoot close to him, I place my head on his chest
lacing my hands with his
he’s cold and I can’t see, to hear hear his heart beat
thump thump…
I shake him softly..
“wake up… please,” I whisper