Forte Is The New Skinny

The other day I went for coffee with my personal trainer, and we were talking about fitness, women want to have to do endless hours, ugly (in my opinion, of course) for the year rather than cardio force, and our cultural perspective on women with muscles and strength. She mentioned that she gave a workshop entitled "Strong is the new skinny." I loved the phrase so much I could almost feel a blog writing itself, as we talked.


I had body image struggles for most of my life. I've often argued with my body to its natural form - muscle, not a lot of, uh ... service chest, and I mean muscular? For a long time, it hurts to be a large, slender, delicate body type. There have been periods in my life where I pretended that I could make this either a) starve myself, b) to "the formation of extension," as Pilates or c) run up thousands of miles 'that I turned my body into a "runner's body. "


After much practice, I finally learned to love my body as it is, and embrace my natural strength. I stopped doing cardio hour-blind, because I hate my body, which strongly appeals to me, and I think it's just another way to ignore or push my body beyond its limits. Furthermore, there is no difference in my weight or size.


Now, I'm primarily a heavy weight lifting, short-term cardiovascular exercise, walking and yoga. And 'only lasted for 20 years and finally listen to my body and to respect the type of training that really want to do. And here, now I'm actually in better shape than I've ever had, and look pretty nice, and a pair of jeans. I'm not flexible. I'm not mistaken you a swimsuit model. But it feels good as I take care of the body. I Feel Good in my body. I feel strong. (I'm not saying that my style of training suitable for all. I say that your body is in much better condition than any guide to fitness gurus out there. It helps to plan the perfect workout for you.)


Yes, I have yet "fat" day here and there, but I have a new place with my body. I am naked in the mirror every morning and congratulations. It's a big change in the past, which won £ 50 times without even realizing it. I'm not kidding. I hated my body so much that I could not say what they really looked. I always thought I had to lose many kilos and I look terrible, so do not even see the reality in the mirror.


This disconnection has played a big role in my weight gain. When I finally realized what had happened, I looked back at old photos of me and discovered I had spent years thinking that I was overweight when I was really just me. I was happy about the weight of my body. Being overweight taught me about my relationship with my body, I am grateful I went through this experience. I learned to really see me. I learned to be myself is, no excuses necessary.


The truth is that I am a strong person. I'm strong physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually. One of my greatest strengths is my strength. They gave me the gift of the muscles. Even if I do not work for the week, I am strong. In high school, my swim teammates called me "muscles". I have the shoulders and biceps that can feed through the pool for hours. I have strength. I have serious legs. You could probably leap tall buildings in a single bound. I get totally different sizes and pants because of these beauties.


When I was a kid, my father called me a number of nicknames, one of which was the "Touch Elephant". This is because I had trouble dealing with his power, and often accidentally break things, my brother gave concussions while playing catch, and otherwise wreaked havoc. The second day we got out Wiffle ball during a family reunion, and I took the first turn at bat. I took a nice, powerful swing, and smashed the ball. Literally. My brother picked it up, had the sad remnants of his hand mangled, and shook his head. "I forgot how it feels to play sports with you," he said.


I used to be ashamed of that force. I used to hate it when people called me strong, muscular, or something. Now, I am proud to be strong. I'm not broken, I'm not ready to jump on the stage of a body builder look, but I have my muscles. This is the body gave me, and finally I love the way it is. I can see how my strength helps me every day.


So here's my question for you today: What about your body you have always disturbed and how you can see in a new light? How is this a gift?


I think the way we treat our bodies, our bodies look and feel in our bodies is so interconnected. It's time to make some serious changes in how we talk about our bodies. Almost everyone who struggles with body image coach, and I realized how many of us ourselves. I was alone in my struggle, but now I see that this problem is common for women and men.


Probably one of the most important things we can do for ourselves in this life is to learn to love, and a description of its body, even if they change, age, gain / weight loss, to hurt, to heal, and other physical human experience . Loving your body will take us home. They do not have to look good, perfect, or even remotely like the "ideal", we love them.


Why in the world would be thinner than strong? Why is "fat" is something I hate? Why choose a normal and natural part of physics and transforms it into something terrible? (Actually, I think it's the classic "What you resist, persists." The more "anti-fat", the harder it is to be in harmony with our body and find a healthy balance as individuals.) Why should I fight by skinny love when my body strong? Why a single framework for me to be very different from what it is? There is beauty everywhere in every human body, waiting to be seen. I'm looking for. Right?