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How I learned to love Exercise

May 9, 2017

For as long as I can remember I have had a love-hate relationship with exercise and fitness.

I’ve always loved the idea of looking and being fit, and I’ve always hated exercising.

But I accepted working out as a necessary evil and even if only sporadically I would make myself workout.

From time to time (when I say time to time I mean every new year) I would recommit to fitness.

Each January, I would make a vow to myself that I would eat right and workout and achieve that beach body that I’ve always wanted.

But inevitably after a month or so of eating well and working out, I’d look in the mirror and be disappointed that I didn’t look perfect yet.

Or I would be tired of stepping on the scale and not seeing the number that I wanted to see.

Not getting the results I was looking for would feel really discouraging and my workouts would become less of a priority. I’d also begin to be less mindful about what I ate. I’d go back to working out inconsistently.

But recently my attitude towards diet and fitness has changed. Continue Reading…

Blog, Lifestyle

Unsolicited Advice

September 17, 2015

The other day I was going to lunch and a colleague asked me what I was going to eat. I told her that I was gonna use my hour to get a manicure. She said in a high condescending voice with a fake smile on her face, “ Oh how nice! I hope that when you have kids that you still find time to take care of yourself.”   Oh please. You don’t hope nothing nice for me, was my first thought. “Haha, I hope so too”, was what I said.

I am familiar with this sort of interaction. You probably are too. Unsolicited advice. I got a lot of it when I was young, and I still get it now.

When I was young, I was the advice rejector. I was determined to live my life my way. After all, all the other people before me got to live their lives and make their own mistakes. Continue Reading…

Blog, Lifestyle, Mood

How I learned to love Mondays

September 14, 2015

mondayShubalicious loves MondayI know love is a strong word. It’s probably more fair to say that I have learned to face Monday with less dread. I just feel like “ I love Monday” has a nicer sound than “I face Monday without dread”.

I used to hate Mondays. My alarm clock was an assault that rocked my senses. It didn’t matter where I was working, I hated Monday. I felt that the weekend was my real life and that having to go back to work interfered with my ability to live and just be.

I used to dread the routine and sameness of a steady job so much that I would often find myself looking for a new one to hate.

Lately, Mondays have been absent of  the feelings of stress and anxiety. My job has not changed, so the change happened from me and I really appreciate it.
If I reflect on it, like I am doing now, I realize that I know more now because somewhere along the line I learned three things that make it a little bit easier for me to get through Monday. Continue Reading…

Work

On Getting Fired

September 10, 2015

I’ve had more jobs than I can count over the years. I’ve been “laid off” or fired from many of them.

Even when I absolutely loathed and despised my job, the moment of actually getting fired is never fun and it’s never convenient. One time I was laid off a week before Thanksgiving. That layoff was the most traumatic and ego damaging experience of them all.

I had just moved in with my boyfriend (now husband) that past April, and we were going to host Thanksgiving together for the first time. I was dumbfounded when I was told I was being let go. I was angry and resentful and I didn’t see it coming. Looking back, I can admit that I got myself fired from that job and from all the prior ones that ended the same way. Continue Reading…

Bad Mood Rules

September 3, 2015

My alarm went off, and I thought: Oh no, this must be a mistake.

But, of course, it wasn’t. I was sad when I realized it wasn’t Friday. I was clumsy all morning. I wasn’t prepared, and the light in my bathroom blinded me. I spilled my coffee. My clothes didn’t look right. The thought of getting on the train and all the people I was going to see on my way to work was overwhelming.

I was in a bad mood. A terrible, very bad mood. Continue Reading…

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