I was introduced to resistance/strength training in grade 9 by the fantastic Mrs. Haswell at The Woodlands School. We used free weights but a lot of our strength training revolved around machines. I distinctly remember hating the pec deck but also wanting to use it as much as possible because I hated how weak it made me feel. I don’t remember how much stronger I got because we didn’t really measure, it was just a general introduction. But I felt comfortable with the machines and felt very cool doing bicep curls with the dumbbells. :D
After that, strength training didn’t really factor into my life. I gravitate towards dance and general have-active-fun type of activities. In Alberta, high school doesn’t start until grade 10, so in grade 12, we discovered I couldn’t graduate because I didn’t have the one physical education class, it was arranged that I would take it in summer school after grade 12, and so I did graduate. I’ve loved gym class ever since I can remember. Now I was in summer school gym, which meant that the whole day was basically a day of lots of fun. We biked, played basketball, soccer, tennis, went camping for a few days, and did all sorts of fun stuff. It was a blast. We also went to the local YMCA for some strength training here and there.
There I learned how to figure out how much weight you should be lifting in the machines, what training to failure meant (and the pros and cons of such training), and discovered that I don’t really like the treadmill (the elliptical is just more interesting). During university, I think I set foot in the university gym all of once. Or maybe twice. (The University of Alberta gym at the time royally sucked. I’ve since heard it has undergone renovations and is pretty great now!)
After my surgery and the weird side effects of weight gain plus a bunch of weight gain that was my own emotional-eating doing, I started to pay more attention to my health. Some of it had to do with the fact that I would like to fit into my own clothes again and some of it had to do with the medical stuff I underwent. I just couldn’t take my health for granted anymore. Continue reading
I’m tired of googling people and not finding anything except an inactive Twitter account and a private Instagram feed. Let me say this straight up, guys:
The Internet is not a separate world from Real Life, it is an extension of the same reality, the same life and world you inhabit ‘offline’.
Offline. What does that mean, anyway? Unless you’re in a Mennonite village (full disclosure: I’ve never been to one) without electricity, the world you live in is never offline. Every time you ‘unplug’, you’re still plugged in because the world you live in is plugged in.
If I Google you and find nothing, I take that as a not-so-great sign. If I Google you and find inactive accounts or stupid shit, then I think you’re an idiot without regard for how the world sees you. Continue reading
Back in January, an email from Ishqr dropped in my inbox. I’d read some of the posts they sponsored on different Muslim sites, so the name was familiar. Essentially, they are a Muslim dating website. You don’t see people’s real names, ever, unless they tell you themselves, and you can only see each other’s picture if there is a mutual expression of interest.
All of that appeals to me. I like the idea of evaluating someone on the basis of their personality and how they present themselves before deciding on the physical attraction part. It’s not denying that looks and sexual attraction are important; it’s saying that before being blinded by physical attraction (as many do become, come on, admit it), you should see if you are attracted to the rest of that person. Continue reading
INTRODUCING a blogging collaboration called 12TOPICS with Bobbi. Each month has been assigned a topic. On the second Tuesday of every month, we’ll be writing a post based on a prompt about the chosen topic from our own perspectives + experiences. On the last Tuesday of every month, our 12TOPICS posts will be about that topic more generally.
We won’t be sharing our posts with each other ahead of time. We want to make sure you truly get our own, separate perspectives (+ the surprise factor is so much more fun for us as well!) I’m so excited for this collab! Seeing it unfold every month is becoming my favourite.
This month’s topic is relationships (for obvious reasons) and today’s question is: what’s one trait of a successful relationship (of any kind)?
[The question says any kind of relationship, but I’m going to address relationships that include affection and love.]
I’ve been thinking about this question for weeks. I mean, there are the obvious ones: honesty, communication, etc, but it wasn’t so much that I was looking for a novel answer but one that would mean something to me, personally.
I started thinking about all the relationships in my life. With my parents. My brother. My friends. Romantic partners. All the important relationships. Admittedly, some are not that healthy. However, some are stellar. One trait stood out to me. The one I find I value so very highly. One I struggle with in some relationships and one that is there in every amazing relationship I’ve ever had. It’s a trait both people must possess. Continue reading