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Staying Motivated

The most prominent desire for living a fit lifestyle, whether it be lifting, yoga, pilates, or eating a clean diet, is change. However, it’s through social media like Facebook and Instagram and Tumblr that I’ve seen a major obsession with change in appearance. Do I think caring about how toned you look is vain and horrible? Not at all. However, I truly think many people lose motivation and become disheartened when their body doesn’t look the way they expected to when they started their fitness journey months ago. 

If you are one of these people, someone that just isn’t seeing the physical results, let’s change your mindset. 

Let’s try to focus a little less on what your body LOOKS like and what your body can DO. Your glutes may not be the perfect peach shape you work so hard for, but I’m willing to be you can squat and lunge for more reps and sets than you could when you started. You may not hit your macros every day, but you are probably much more aware of exactly what it is you’re putting in your body. You may not see progress in appearance, but you ARE PROGRESSING. Let’s set our goals a little differently. 

Connect your mind to the muscle, to the run, to the stretch. Think less about how yours abs look, and more about how your core can support you and keep you stable. Think less about what your arms look like compared to that Instagram model, and more about their strength, how they lift and push and pull. 

“This isn’t a diet, it’s a lifestyle.” - Whitney Simmons. 

- Jess

[jessicahaleyyo]

if I were a wind turbine, you, my love, would be the dead opossum on the highway, parallel, with its guts smeared into the ground indefinitely. And I would wave ever so gracefully with those giants scary ass huge fucking arms of mine in a circle, like the cycle of oppression ultimately ruining the working class of America, thanking you for the ten minute booty call.

i wrote this in the summer

[jessicahaleyyo]

He had another girl sitting in the front seat of his car. I heard her voice this time: heard the way she pronounced his name. I didn't like it. I don't like any of it. It is that thing I wish I did not have to comprehend: that seat that was mine once. Now it is a sign of friendship and something I wish would burn. It is the seat I do not want anymore: I am no longer the girl that sits there. Literally. Figuratively.

APDB part Fifty-three

[jessicahaleyyo]

His dream was to document the world, mine was to document him.

excerpt from a book I'll never write

[jessicahaleyyo]

Hey I did a thing

Follow it! https://jehama.wordpress.com

[jessicahaleyyo]

I never wanted to be loved calmly. I wanted to taste fire beneath a blanket of night, feel teeth nipping at my skin. I wanted pursuit, love scraping at my feet; love where I was the object of every song he heard, where I was the aftertaste of every liquor he consumed. I wanted to be the sun long before he arrived, I wanted to be the universe forever after.

I wanted

[jessicahaleyyo]

It's like everyone around you is a star while you're a supernova but you're sitting here feeling like shit because you're different from everyone else.

something my boyfriend said that hit where it hurts

[jessicahaleyyo]

I want to be the smokey-haze you wander through during your first party of your freshman year of college, the burning trail down your throat. You’re going to be offered a joint by some druggie in your film class, denying it because not a thing gets you as high as our lips feverishly on each other. When the distance between your second first time closes in, you will pause, hesitate, because her nails are orange, my least favorite color. You’re the hero in your psychology class. The girl who sits behind you had a panic attack, you soothed her breaths, slowed her down, rubbed circles where they needed to be placed, only because you’ve dealt with that hundreds of times before. I’ll never be the same either, always waiting for your voice to chime in when our song comes on, always searching for callouses on other smooth hands. We’ll end. But we’ll find each other somewhere. Sometimes our wavelengths will collide again.

APDB pt fifty-something