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I'm on a quest to lose the last bit of weight before hitting my goal. Unfortunately, I'm also a stress eater. This means I often find comfort in foods when things get a bit screwy in my life. And the events of January 6th really didn't help my situation.
I've moved five times in the past two years, often to cramped, unsightly spaces with people I don't know very well because it was all I could afford on a student's budget. Other times, I've had to endure the unorganized chaos of roommates who didn't share my clean freak sensibilities. Or the understanding that leaving dishes unattended for three weeks in the sink (not exaggerating) was just begging for a rodent infestation. I've been awoken by the stompings of my upstairs neighbours who either had freakishly large footfalls or were perpetually dragging a ten-tonne boulder back and forth across their living room at 2AM. Conversations have also filtered through my walls conducted by my roommates about the merits of the African phallic member, repleted with excessive usage of the N-word, affirmations that immigrants in Canada should "speak English" and a particularly jarring assertion that I, a black woman, was a "good one."
More and more people are going meatless, and it's not just a fleeting trend. However, different people make dietary changes in different ways and at a different pace. Some choose to gradually reduce certain foods while others prefer to make a 180 degree shift in their diet all at once. Some find a comfortable place in the middle, while others find it impossible to compromise.
There is no doubt that this year has been a wild ride for the collective. The themes of fear, division and uncertainty have dominated headlines and headspaces all over the globe, and for many it continues, hence why I decided to write the second part of my article “Staying sane during the global turbulence” published in March. Since then it increasingly feels like many issues that were for a long time swept under the carpet , both individually and collectively, are coming to the surface to be dealt with. We are being triggered left and right, and are forced to acknowledge, to heal, to integrate, to let go of that which no longer serves us. To shed the old and welcome the new. Those who are into self-development and healing are well aware of this process, and having done certain amount of inner work, are somehow better prepared to handle current climate. For others, it is a whole new territory and things can be terrifying. While I believe there to be a bigger picture and this chaos, albeit challenging being part of the transformational process for the planet and its inhabitants , I acknowledge the current need for extra support when it comes to mental and physical health. So let’s explore couple of additional tools to help us ride these waves.
Our phones have become a part of our daily routine. We can’t imagine going anywhere without them. Most people today get into bed to try and fall asleep while using their phones even once they’re in bed. Listening to some calming music or watching your favorite show may seem like a good way to fall asleep, but a growing body of research highlights that this could be problematic.
Growing up the black community I knew that seeking help for mental health was seen as weird and taboo. Telling someone you are in therapy was like openly admitting to being that psycho killer from all the horror movies. There are a wide variety of mental health issues that stretch a wide spectrum of intensity that affect most of the population. Why does my community think it affects all these people, but not us? We want to be strong. We want to be the perfect embodiment of strength. We want to be built so strong that no one from the outside world could ever break us down. Having a mental health issue is seen as a weakness. It is the crack in the foundation that threatens to tear the whole structure down. Just like eye color and freckles this is something that is passed down from parent to child year after year. It is one of those generational curses that people are always talking about. One that needs to be broken now across the board. One that is causing more harm by having so many people not receive the help they need from fear of they will be perceived.
I started quarantine off strong with all of my fitness goals written out and on track, I even hosted a monthly challenge in April and May! In April I focused on abs and in May I created a full body circuit. However, as time went on, I slowly fell off track and ultimately just stopped working out. Now, as a professional dancer, my body was NOT happy with me. I grew tight, stiff, and unmotivated.
When making a major diet and lifestyle change, two of the most common challenges people face are: 1. eating clean but still enjoying foods you love that taste delicious, and 2. designating time to buy ingredients, cook, and prepare for the week ahead. If you’re looking for ways to simplify your lifestyle and help keep yourself accountable, whether you’re on a keto diet, a paleo diet, or just committing yourself to increasing your protein intake day to day, meal prepping can revolutionize your daily habits to keep you on track.
I don’t think I stand alone when I say that the air has been tight lately; from the global pandemic that has changed our lives forever, to the ever prevailing injustices and regressions happening in across the world. While we are a fiery generation and while I love the invigorating feeling of being part and fighting alongside movements I believe in with all of my heart and soul, the weight of it all does become heavy at times.
The following is a walking meditation guide inspired by Henrietta, my German Shepherd. What you need for this guided mindful walk.
It's a weird time right now, and I know I'm not alone when I say that this week I have felt lethargic and unmotivated to work out. How many times can you do the same workout at home and keep it interesting?
Laden with cobwebs, face hidden with white chalk she stares at me in a ghost costume and gently says: ''Boo!". The half-eaten ice-cream bar and the greed for M&Ms was forgotten as I offered her my arm and squeaked back a hi. I think it was that moment when 11 year old me thought she was my soulmate. Boy, was I wrong.