💥 Who wants to try this LOW IMPACT (but super spicy) TOTAL BODY circuit? 💥
Yesterday I went LIVE and did a workout in under 3 minutes. Yes, this constitutes as a workout 😜. I was out of breath and had one of those wicked sweat glows going on that tricks people into thinking I’ve mastered a dewy make-up look. Nope, just endorphins and sweat baby 💦.
👉🏻 I’m saying this because it’s the holidays, the time of year where all of a sudden everyone goes into panic mode and just doesn’t have “time” to workout. What if you just moved it for 5 minutes each day until the chaos of baking 33 batches of ginger snap cookies, buying overpriced presents and attending your festive functions was over? Do you think you could do that? Thought so 😏.
👉🏻 Here’s a little at home circuit and even though it’s not crazy intense I can guarantee that if you grab a heavier set of dumbbells that you will get a dewy glow in under 10 minutes too.
✖️Press to Tricep Ext - 60 seconds
✖️Curl to Glute Bridge - 60 seconds
✖️Kneeling Squat to Press - 60 seconds
✖️Renegade Row to Snap Jump - 60 seconds
Repeat through as many rounds as you can in your time crunch.
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Holding on to your past can only set you up for failure. The enemy within "in your mind" will whisper sweet nothings about your past failures to you and tell you how you can never make it. Refuse to accept it and proclaim the promises of God over your life, and declare the word that says "I can do all things through Christ that strengthens me. Let this be your constant proclamation and work towards your goals! Your success is sure.
I’ve met some really INSPIRING, STRONG, EMPOWERING WOMEN through weightlifting. “There is no force more powerful than a woman determined to rise.” The few I’ve gotten to share a platform with that have inspired me without them even knowing, what an honor it is that I’ve gotten to cross paths with you. And those I’ve gotten to watch compete and journey I’ve followed, you all are incredible.
i want to apologize to all the women
i have called pretty
before I’ve called them intelligent or brave
i am sorry i made it sound as though
something as simple as what you’re born with
is the most you have to be proud of when your
spirit has crushed mountains
from now on i will say things like
you are resilient or you are extraordinary
not because i don’t think you’re pretty
but because you are so much more than that
It is easy to get caught up in the end of year hustle! Follow these simple mindful tips and stay connected, aware and inspired! ⭐️Observe your surroundings! The people, events, colours and movement. ⭐️Listen. During spare moments listen to the sounds around you and see if you’re able to shift your awareness from sound to sound, tuning into each different sound for a brief moment. ⭐️Taste. When sharing meals with family and friends instead of eating unconsciously take time to notice the individuals flavours in the food as well as the sensations and different textures.
Challenge day 12!
Always be yourself!
I know it sounds simple enough, but there are so many times and places where we show fake versions of ourselves in order to find approval from people who hold no weight in our lives.
You were born unique. All of your quirks and the awesome little things that make you who you are should never be hidden!
Embrace who you are because the people who should be in your life will accept and embrace you for exactly that!
Be weird. Be Loud. Be Funny. Be a self proclaimed Grandma or Grandpa. Be YOU! Love yourself for who you are and never mask it for the sake of others: a genuine article to the core!
You may not be everyone's cup of tea, but that's okay! Maybe you're actually just a fine wine!
20642 hours ago
When you have so much to choose from, it's a good to have kinda problem. 🤔🤔🤔
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281174:50 AM Dec 4, 2018
Siri, define better;
“1-of a more effective type of quality
2-fully or partly recovered; less unwell”
Funny how I seem to always say I want to be better see better breathe better eat better yet I’ve wanted to better myself I’ve begun to batter myself and now my consistency is unpredictable inconsistency, lumps through out but appearing smooth and put together.
But it’s quite the contrary. Yet, how can I be sure? I’ve put forth the most I could fork up, or at least that’s what I think.
Am I right or am I barely on the brink of reaching better, how will better look? When I was at the lowest point of my life I was the happiest. Truthfully. Being fucked up 24/7, hoeing around, constantly around town, watching my life go down hill I mull over the past. The extremes. Happiest in the worst moments and lifestyles yet in between when I’m doing good I feel unfulfilled. Unsatisfied. Why? Should it be different?
Should it be better, or am I already better? Am I seeking something I already contain or have I not the slightest clue what better is?
I’ll figure it out in due time, for how l’ll try to enjoy the ride until I reach my destination.
-(hrg) “better blvd”
149312:03 AM Nov 25, 2018
So it’s thanksgiving
AKA lemme make posts on every account I own possible and thank everyone for being in my life
Because I typically neglect to the rest of the year
Unless it’s an anniversary or a birthday
Or someone dies so I feel a need to appreciate those alive-
Today is not a holiday. We gorge ourselves with foods we look forward to and then we go back to normal life.
Christmas is not a holiday. Just a commercialized day, an excuse to spoil the ungrateful children who will whine because their laptop was blue and not teal while the poor manage but coloring books their kids manage a smile at,
Easter is now but a Sunday to stuff ourselves with candy and bullshit we will get yet again in Halloween from complete strangers.
My point is we wait for one day to come every year to do the shit we should and could do every fucking day. We neglect Christ until Christmas when we’ve gotta be good people to get our gifts on our bullshit lists that shouldn’t even exist. I’m so fucking sick of this.
Of every year being the same shit that we know we don’t really look forward to anymore because the truth has been revealed and the things we actually feel get in the way of ignorant excitement.
But we will remain silent and let each holiday and year pass by and teach our kids to act this way and look that way and hug this relative and don’t touch this until Christmas until they grow up and don’t give a fuck and then they will do the same and then revelations comes and we’re all dead and why did we wait for one day to thank each other?
Why did we wait?
Why do we always wait until it’s too late?
10219:36 PM Nov 22, 2018
a year since this day
a day so seemingly original
just a day I fought to prove I wasn’t pitiful through the digital pivotal world I’m stuck in
I feel like a top you spin around the holidays,
Picked up and played with, dizzied by those around me that have found me and deemed me their toy of choice
And then broken or dropped or stuck in the couch cushion next to crumbs and a dime from 1979
And I whine and cry but get silenced by the secrecy of where I’m unintentionally hiding
And one day couch owner will get mad about the condition of home and deep clean every crevice possible
And she’ll toss out the crumbs and pocket the dime and leave me out for the children to play with
But they will grow bored of me ten times faster than the first time
And I become useless.
I’m useless to most people’s lives.
This day a year ago I tried to establish some form of hierarchy
Wanting to show I’m not some dumb little bitch you can stomp on
Throw to the curb
I’m more than that.
I’m more than that.
I’m more than that.
But yet here I am reminiscing so am I really that relevant?
Do I actually matter,
Or do I just want to?
Do any of us matter,
Or do we just want to?
I can’t decide
Nor do I want to. I have all the answers I want. But some things would hurt too much to know.
To hear feel seer in my fragile compound of a brain collecting drippings from the rain of my eyes and those I’ve seen in the days passed by...
A year ago I tried to make a statement,
One I have yet to complete.
One I don’t think I can finish given what little I have to replenish my mind and body,
What little motivation to know why I really am who I am,
Not just what I’ve been told and heard,
The truth. But the real truth lingering beneath the sheets of uneasiness and words held back by guilty consciences of hands slipping into another’s pants, infidelity. Truth slipped into the drink of the girl you thought would be a good time prior to rejection you find harder to swallow than the truth of what you did upon her involuntary unresponsiveness. The truth of the slavery.
Knowing who you truly are and how you came to be and coming to terms with it is that truth. The sacred scared truth I can’t handle. Yet
10357:06 PM Nov 21, 2018
Unforgettable is a shitty way of describing anything
We get it
You’ll never forget that moment person place thing
But there’s so many other beautiful ways you could’ve described it
But instead you were lazy and stuck on the label “unforgettable” and expect me to get what you mean?
Because to me
Unforgettable could be traumatizing
The best pussy you ever had
The most mediocre dining experience you’ve yet to encounter;
Be fucking specific. We’ve grown so lazy we abbreviate abbreviations and replace elation with a corny ass emoji type face & expect people to decrease their misunderstandings
When there’s hardly a legible word to understand
Our English slanguage has declined and I mean I can’t deny the fact that I don’t speak proper English 99% of the fucking time but at least I can admit that it’s lame and maybe it should be changed
But what am I but a young irrelevant bitch fighting so hard with the nonexistent privilege I have except for being pretty and white
To make it out and see through my mom and folks will be alright
But fuck I can barely sleep at night and I grind my teeth down to pain upon being awake and shit I don’t know what I have left to give
But a smile when I can manage it
And words some deem meaningless.
This just another poem I didn’t know I wanted to write. Enjoy and carry on with the rest of your night, not like you would do anything else anyway.