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Poll: Do You Slack Off On Your Workouts Come Fall?

Do You Slack Off On Your Workouts Come Fall?

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How I Learned To Play Soccer And Love The Ball

I am not what you call graceful and athletic. When I told my friends/parents/significant other that I was joining a co-ed soccer team they laughed. I mean, my mom laughed. In my face. And my mom is a professional guidance counselor and is aware of what laughing in your kid’s face does to their self-esteem. So, yeah, not many people expected that I would stick with it. But three years and nine seasons later, I am actually a soccer team captain. And I couldn’t be happier. Keep reading »

Fearlessly Fit: Amelia Forces John DeVore To BOING With Kangoo!

A few months ago, I posted a Quick Pic of Kourtney and Kim Kardashian bouncing along a beach boardwalk with weird boots on their feet, which I then dubbed “pogo jogging.” Further investigation revealed they were wearing “Kangoo Jumps,” shoes worn while participating in some new fangled fitness fad out of, uh, Europe or something. Being that I’m a gal who likes to skip, jump, and gallop around for no reason, this seemed like the ideal workout to try out for our “Fearlessly Fit” series. And because working out is so much more fun when you’re doing it with a buddy, I dragged along my brother-from-another-mother, our own Mind of Man, John DeVore. Keep reading »

What’s Your Favorite Song To Work Out To?

As I’m sure you’ve noticed in the two “Fearlessly Fit” videos I’ve done so far, I’m not what you’d call a fitness buff. I get my yoga on (sometimes) and I’m definitely game to try new types of fitness activities — like hip-hop dance or anti-gravity yoga — but strenuous physical activity that involves, um, clothing has never really been my thing. However, when it does come to those activities that do get my heart racing, I need music to pump me up and push me to continue on past the point of wanting to throw in the towel and eat a cheeseburger. For example, when I decide I’m going for a run I need some seriously catchy pop music on my iPod to motivate me and help me keep my pace. The song that does it for me every time? Britney Spears’ “Gimme More.” What can I say? I don’t want to disappoint the woman who giggles and says, “It’s Britney, bitch.”

So tell me — what songs get you pumped up and motivated while working out? I’ll make a playlist of all your suggestions next week! [Photo: iStockphoto] Keep reading »

How Pole Dancing Changed My Life

I sat on a purple mat wearing black yoga pants and a long-sleeved shirt across from 10 other women whose faces I couldn’t quite make out. The studio was dark, except for a few fake flickering candles lining the walls and two red-lit lamps. I looked around and counted four armchairs and fives poles. What had I gotten myself into? As a “liberated” 21st century professional woman, what was I doing in a room filled with a bunch of lap dance chairs and stripper poles? I reminded myself that I was there to help my friend Jennifer win a pole, but I was starting to reconsider. I could just leave, duck out quietly. Then I heard the teacher say, “Let’s start on our backs, and feel your breath.” There was no way out now. Keep reading »

Carbs Are The Secret To Angelina’s “Salt” Body

Forget what you thought you knew about carbs, because thanks to Angelina Jolie, they’re about to receive an infusion of popularity. For her latest film, “Salt,” the actress worked with trainer, Simon Crane, to get even more in shape, as if that were even possible. In between her five workouts a week, Angie carb-loaded her diet, ingesting five small meals a day which were a mix of 70 percent carbs and 30 percent protein! While most see carbs as the devil, they’re actually the solution to building muscle, and Angie’s physique is a clear indication of that. By combining strength training with fight exercises and avoiding cardio, Angelina built muscle and got leaner, but didn’t lose weight. Welcome back to the world of acceptance, carbs. Bring on the bread and cheese. [Marie Claire UK] Keep reading »

I Lost 10 Pounds By — Well, I’m Not Entirely Sure

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 »

Poll: What’s Your Biggest Motivation For Working Out?

What's Your Biggest Motivation For Working Out?

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Girl Talk: Why I Became Obsessed With Break Dancing

Growing up in Brooklyn, I was a tomboy without any contact with actual boys. I was the youngest of two girls raised by a single mother. My sister and I both went to an all-girls, ultra-Orthodox Jewish day school and neither of us had any male friends. During summer breaks, I went to an all-girls camp in the Catskills where we played volleyball and basketball in long skirts, though dribbling a basketball ball between your legs with a swath of denim in the way was no easy task. My extracurricular activity of choice was gymnastics, a sport that doesn’t exactly runneth over with boys. Keep reading »

Getting Fit With Hooping

Two years ago, feeling nostalgic for the pink and white, peppermint-striped hula hoop I used to play with as a kid, I decided to sign up for a “hoop dancing” class at a studio near Greenwich Village. I’m not much for conventional exercise, but add “dance” to the end of any noun — table dance, lap dance, high school dance … well, OK, maybe not every noun — and I’m sold on the calorie-busting activity. So when I heard about hoop dance classes — or, hooping, as some people call it — and that you could burn an entire lunch and dinner off in an hour, I jumped at the opportunity to check it out. What I learned in those classes was enough to put my 8-year-old hoop-twirling self to shame. Keep reading »