Living Beyond the Scale

Well, I started running my normal route again today! It was…interesting to say the least, but I got a good couple of miles in. I will say though, that I did NOT like feeling like I took a step back. Yuck. But, it’s my own fault. I’m going to own up to that without letting myself obsess over it, because that’s not me anymore! I can only move forward and have a better run tomorrow.

Getting my run in made my entire day more productive. I had a nice video chat with one of my best friends who lives in New York. (I’m in Southern California.) We were high school best friends, then college roommates. She went to New York for her last year of school and I stayed in Los Angeles, but we always kept in touch and she visits me. Tonight, we started working on music and I’m really excited about it. I think this iPad is going to be a great help to my music and writing. Check out my girl at Lindsay-Rose.com. She’s seriously amazing! I’ll post our covers as soon as we record them. Tonight was a great reminder that doing what you truly love and are passionate about is just as important to your health as exercise is.

I hope you’re all having a great week. I’m so grateful for all my followers from all over the world! Thank you.

Happy Working, Happy Passions, Happy Living!

Because vegetables need love, too. I just had to take a picture with this little guy.

We are the women (and men) who feel absolutely disgusting and drenched in their own humid moisture..with stringy hair from the sweat and sticky skin from the run. But at the same time that we drink our last sip of water and stand in our own filth, we have never felt more powerful, beautiful, and omnipotent.

The weekend was pretty intense.

Saturday I was supposed to perform twice. Singing once in the morning and dancing in the evening. I’ve been wound up, exhausted and stressed out. Sometimes when you won’t slow down, your body forces you to. Saturday morning I fainted and hit my head…got up pretty quickly I think (I’m really not sure)…then managed to call a friend. She came over and I fainted again, this time staying unconscious for about 5 minutes until I woke up, still unable to talk or look at her. I was dehydrated, malnourished, and my body was just done. Needless to say, I didn’t sing that day. But I did dance.

Sunday I stayed in bed all day and got some bad news that one of my friends passed away. It’s so hard not to be angry. Angry at whoever did this. Angry at myself for so many reasons I won’t get into right now. And angry at the Universe for putting this in his plan to leave us at 25. It’s really tearing me up. I’ve dealt with death a lot, but this felt different for some reason. I know it’s time to have my happy face on, but I still feel heavy and as you can imagine, just lazy. I want to run. But I feel like I can’t. It makes literally no sense. I don’t know. Maybe I’m just rambling.

A friend just sent this song to me to consider for an audition that I have this week…and I don’t really SEE the connection immediately to how I’m feeling right now, but for some reason (that I can’t shake off), I’m really feeling like I’m supposed to be listening to this right now. More than what she’s saying, more than how she’s phrasing things, more than the music choices underneath. I don’t know. I thought I’d share with you guys. Hope you’re having a wonderful day…thank you for all your messages and tweets and emails. :) Enjoy.

I stare at my reflection in the mirror:
“Why am I doing this to myself?”
Losing my mind on a tiny error,
I nearly left the real me on the shelf.
No, no, no, no, no…

Don’t lose who you are in the blur of the stars!
Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing,
It’s okay not to be okay.
Sometimes it’s hard to follow your heart.
Tears don’t mean you’re losing, everybody’s bruising,
Just be true to who you are!
(who you are [x11])

Brushing my hair, do I look perfect?
I forgot what to do to fit the mold, yeah!
The more I try, the less it’s working, yeah
‘Cause everything inside me screams
No, no, no, no, no…

Don’t lose who you are in the blur of the stars!
Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing,
It’s okay not to be okay.
Sometimes it’s hard to follow your heart.
But tears don’t mean you’re losing, everybody’s bruising,
There’s nothing wrong with who you are!

Yes, no’s, egos, fake shows, like WHOA!
Just go, and leave me alone!
Real talk, real life, good love, goodnight,
With a smile, that’s my home!
That’s my home, no…

No, no, no, no, no…
Don’t lose who you are in the blur of the stars!
Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing,
It’s okay not to be okay…
Sometimes it’s hard to follow your heart.
Tears don’t mean you’re losing, everybody’s bruising,
Just be true to who you are.

Before and During. We got this, y’all!

I love all the great blogs I follow, but where are all my working ladies and fellas at? The out of school, working your ass off to pay your rent, trying to balance it all, have fun, but grow up, TwentySomethings?

REBLOG SO WE CAN FOLLOW EACH OTHER!

Call it fate.

Call it God, destiny, the Universe, whatever.

Something wanted me to see this picture of myself this morning. I was browsing through old photos actually looking for a high school show pic to use in a Throwback Thursday Music collage, and I saw this. I thought, “Who is that?”

2010. Only two years ago. There’s no way I was ever that size. But there it was, staring me in the face. Bad angle? Possibly. But I have a whole batch of photos that I could blame on “bad angles.” The number on the scale and dangerous health factors don’t lie. 2010 was not just my Year of the Bad Angle.

I couldn’t stop staring at this picture. And while it would have been easy to think “oh, gross,” and punish myself for even looking at the picture, I had a completely different thought.

“What a blessing.”

Lately, I’ve been feeling that mental plateau that I read about. “I’m working my butt off.” “Why do I look the exact same as I always have my whole life?” “What’s happening?!” “Nothing has really changed that drastically!”

There’s proof in the picture. 2010 isn’t really that long ago in the scheme of things! And it’s great to see where I am now.

I HAVE made progress. Seeing this photo of what my body is capable of looking like in an unhealthy way has motivated me more than any supermodel picture could ever do.

I’m not done and I still have a way to go, but here is proof of what I can do- and that I can and WILL finish this.

I love this feeling.

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YES, girl!!!!! I love this.

fashionfoodfitness:

I’ve been running habitually for over three years now- between 3-6 miles per run, 5-6 times per week.

I can promise that no part of running will give you better results than tackling an incline. Seriously, even if you just up the gradient a little bit, be it on the treadmill or taking a steeper road on the streets, you WILL see the results!

I also promise that hills which once made me huff and puff and feel like I was going to have a heart attack have become waaaay more manageable! I got a message from a beginner runner recently asking me for tips.

My only advice has been repeated over and over again, but I can’t stress it enough- to all of the guys out there yet to discover how amazing running can be, IT GETS EASIER!!!

Just give it time and patience, push yourself but don’t be embarrassed that you have to stop short of having a asthma attack while that fit girl is pounding away. At least you’re not on the sofa, and some day soon enough you’ll be that fit girl.

Take running gradually, build up your endurance over time, make sure you have something light and sugary about half an hour before (half a banana or some dried fruit), make sure you’re hydrated, get a banging playlist and you’ll be well along the road to loving running as much as most fit bloggers do.

But my best advice of all?

Some days it’s grey and raining or you’re feeling a bit blue or a bit busy or just aren’t feeling it. Sometimes your body needs a rest, but if you know it’s a mental block, keep in mind that never ever ever will you regret a run once you’ve completed it- once you get out there and break a sweat, you’ll be fine.

So, as Nike says, Just Do It!

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