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MOVE!

"Lack of activity destroys the good condition of every human being, while movement and methodical physical exercise save it and preserve it." -Plato

I know some people(well, a lot of people) hate exercising. And I just don't get it! We were MADE to move. Our bodies function better when we are active on a regular basis. I believe one reason people are so stressed, depressed, and lethargic is because of a lack of exercise. We were not made to sit around and eat junkfood all day! Of course we'll feel like crap when we do that, and we'll end up looking like crap, too!

I love to exercise. Now, I'm not a big cardio person, but I love love love lifting weights! I picked up my first pair of dumbbells when I was 12, and I haven't stopped lifting since. I've always been skinny and hated it. But when I started training with weights, I slowly saw my body transform, and I loved it! If I hadn't have started weight training at such a young age, I'm sure I would've been one of those "skinny fat" girls-scrawny, skinny and flabby with no muscle tone at all.

But because of weight training, I am lean, toned, and strong! I think what I love the most is being strong. People look and me and see how little I am and wouldn't expect me to be as strong as I am. It's funny to be at the gym and see the guys look at me when I pick up the 40 pound dumbbells, like, 'is she really gonna lift that?' Or how they stare when I'm squatting 165 pounds! It's rare to see a woman lifting more than 10 pounds in the gym because they're so scared they're going to look like a man. But I know better, and I'm not afraid to lift heavy!

People need to get off their butts and start moving!! Find something you enjoy, whether it's aerobics, kickboxing, tae-bo, karate, swimming, dancing, weight lifting or just walking-and see how much of a difference it will make in your life!

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