“I spent my entire life being obsessed with dieting … Bingeing and then fasting or starving. Forbidding everything. That’s how I used to be: up and down five pounds every single day, to the extremes. My metabolism was totally wrecked … I would go buy magazines just to see what the new diet was and rip it out.”
– Bethenny Frankel on overcoming her diet and exercise addiction. I think it’s brave of her to admit this considering her line of work is creating dieting products and books for women. She talks about being sent to an obesity clinic by her mother when she was only eight years old. That stuff stays with you for life. It becomes ingrained so deeply in your unconscious that the thought patterns are difficult to break. I think many women (including myself) will find her story extremely relatable, especially those who were told they were fat or struggled with weight issues as children. [Us Weekly] Keep reading »
Every so often, I’ve written a post here and there on The Frisky about wanting to lose weight. Most recently, I wrote about how I have a big butt, and while I may not have found a solution to bring about world peace, I did find skinny jeans that fit. The only reason that I was able to get my lower lady lump into those jeans at all is because I lost about 10 pounds over the last, oh, two months, I’d say. So, how did I do it? Well, I’m not entirely sure. Keep reading »
The other day, I announced I’m fat as a house and totally unmotivated to exercise! I asked you, dear Frisky readers, for your advice on how to get my butt in gear. And you had tons of ideas! Frankly, I found it to be rather moving. One, talking about it here reminded me I’m not the only one who has a hard time getting off my rear. Two, there were a ton of great suggestions that fit a variety of different mentalities. Three, it was buoying. So, thanks! I went to yoga all of twice last week (which was two more times than I went the week before), and I’m planning on going three times this week (uh-oh, now I’m accountable!). In any case, after the jump, we’ve rounded up some of the best of the many great tips on how to get motivated to exercise. Frighteningly enough, summer and its bathing suits are right around the corner … Keep reading »
Here’s a fact: Right now, I am the fattest I’ve ever been in my whole life. Period. End of story. I have all the respect in the world for Crystal Renn and every woman who can love her body no matter what size it is, but I am not that woman. (Granted, not being that woman is probably part of the problem, but what-ev-er.) Keep reading »
My husband and I have tried having wall sex and shower sex (facing each other, missionary-style, etc.) and I think they make it look much hotter in the movies. Either that or my quads are just weak – what exercises will improve the fun of sex standing up? — Unstable in Boston, MA
I don’t know about you ladies, but I’ve got one position I do (and do it well). I don’t call it missionary, I don’t call it wheelbarrow, I call it lay on my back while my boyfriend does all the work. Sure, I’ll put my legs behind my head sometimes; I’ll even gyrate a little. The point is, zero muscles are being used and I like it. But all good things must come to an end, or change, and we’ve got to switch it up sometimes. Shower sex, sex against the wall or doorway, and all other sex standing up does take training. Here’s a few of my favorite exercises for getting into “sex” shape:
Squats (with free weights): Hold the weights (I normally do 5 lbs) down by your thighs. With your feet shoulder-width apart and flat on the floor, squat down until your thighs are parallel to the floor. Return to a standing position. Repeat until you can’t take it anymore.
Jump Rope: Trainers say this is one of the best exercises for building calf muscles. If you jump for twenty minutes (doing whatever variations are fun for you) those suckers are gonna burn.
Spin class: People make fun of me for raving about my spin class, but it works. Yeah, you’re gonna be subjected to the latest Bee Gees remix and yeah, you feel like you might die 30 minutes in, but when I do it consistently, my legs look like they belong to a Ugandan runner.
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