Confession…last night I had eggs for dinner. Albeit, it was an omelette that also contained the nutritionally sound combo of bacon and cheese…but eggs all the same. Don’t get me wrong, I love eggs, but they are such sad singleton food are they not? It’s the staple of Bachelor/ettes everywhere. And I just feel like I’m so much better than that. But you know how it goes, you get home late and flop down on the couch and before you know it you’ve wasted half an hour looking at stupid memes on Facebook and then you realize you are really hungry and need dinner RIGHT NOW. So you make the quickest thing you can think of…eggs.
It’s April already and I’m betting that some of you have let your ambitious 2017 health and fitness goals slide a little. But that’s okay because I totally have as well. However, I mentioned on Instagram that I just did something a little crazy and signed myself up to run a quarter marathon (sounds better than a 10k right?) So eep I gotta get training ASAP so I don’t die come race day which is fast approaching!
I’ve recently been grappling with how to define my relationship with exercise. As I call myself a ‘healthy living blogger,’ I feel like exercise should be a big part of my life. However, it tends to be the neglected topic in my categories section. You see, I used to love exercise…or at least I thought I did. It took me some time to realize that it was actually doing me more harm than good.
The topic of today’s post is something dear to my heart. It’s one of my favourite activities and greatest talents. I’m talking about sleep (which you clearly need more of if you missed the bold heading.) No this won’t be just another post nagging you to get to bed earlier. I’m not your mother. However, as a true friend, it is my hope for you that you bounce out of bed each morning with child-like enthusiasm rather than sluggishly drag yourself through the day in a foggy-brained caffeine coma.
So I was doing one of those at home Pilates videos the other day, because ain’t nobody got time for the over-population, grimy uni gym. Anyway, the instructor was possibly one of the most irritating people I’ve ever heard. Like she should definitely be doing a job that involves as little speaking as possible. She started up with the usual motivational chants and part way through I had a sudden realization…I actually really hate the fitness industry.