For the past three weeks, I’ve been going to a personal trainer. I realize that’s not very long, but according to my muscles, it’s nigh near forever. I am not entirely averse to exercise. In certain contexts I like it — like when I’m playing soccer or dancing all up in the clurb. But when given the choice between working out and eating a taco, well, tacos win every time.
A few months ago, I got on the scale for the first time in years and it was traumatizing. I’m one of those people who goes to the doctor and specifically tells the nurse not to tell how much I weigh, because I’m super neurotic and will just fixate on it. That’s how much this crap bothers me. But this time I looked and discovered I’d gained an undisclosed but alarming amount of weight in the six years that I’ve lived in New York. What’s worse: I felt soft and mushy and lazy and just not comfortable in my own body. (And yeah, I know that’s not a ton, but it is kind of a lot when you’re only 5 feet tall. Oh, how I envy you tall ladies who can evenly distribute weight all over your lanky frames. There is no place for it to go on me.) Keep reading »
Ready to sweat? For the first episode of Trainer Trials (sponsored by Champion The Show-Off Sports Bra), in which I attempt to discover what there is to love about physical fitness, I dragged Ami along to Flywheel Sports for a little indoor cycling (spinning, if you’re nasty). What I learned: My legs are much stronger than I realized, I should probably wear my bangs back next time, and WOW, I look like I’m giving birth when I’m working out! Also, this was fun! Weird. Watch the episode above and be sure to check back next week, when Jess and I tackle Zumba…
Working out has never really been my thing. I’ve belonged to a few gyms (some of which I never frequented, not even once), I’ve taking a spinning class here and there, I went on a brief — very brief — Bikram yoga kick and then blamed quitting on “the smell.” Nothing has ever stuck. Sometimes I throw on workout clothes with the intention of doing something physical, but end up walking to go pick up a burrito instead. I don’t want it to be this way. I want to be one of those people who actually gets excited about taking a new class at the gym! I want muscles! I want to be able to walk up four flights of stairs without losing my breath! So, I’m challenging myself. Over the next few weeks, three different trainers will be coaching me through different fitness options — FlyWheel Sports, Zumba, and boxing — for a three-part video series sponsored by Champion The Show-Off Sports Bra. (I’ll be dragging along a fellow Frisky editor to sweat it out with me.) Keep an eye out for our first video in the “Trainer Trials” series this Friday! Wish me luck!
I was groaning while reading Boston.com’s feature on “Broga,” yoga geared toward bros (although women are welcome … GEE THANKS!). “This is not a dumbed down version of yoga. There’s a lot of movement linking the postures, but adding push-ups and variations of squats. People see the name ‘Broga’ and they think it’s just a bunch of idiots. But there’s integrity,” explained “Brogi” and co-creator of the Broga movement, Robert Sidoti.
“Broga offers a much more palatable introduction to yoga at a much more familiar level. There aren’t a lot of esoteric yoga terms that are used,’’ added Adam O’Neill, Sidoti’s Broga partner. “I was thinking ‘Why isn’t yoga more attractive to guys? Why isn’t there a program that’s guy-oriented?’ The issue is that yoga has primarily been marketed to middle-age housewives.”
You get the idea. Yoga is too female-centric and therefore not palatable to men. So, these bros want to make men less “self conscious walking into a room filled with women who are all dressed perfectly in Lululemon” and get more of them in the door. They want to dial down the off-putting OMing and amp up the squats. Keep reading »
People tend to fixate on very specific mental images when it comes to yoga and sex. They hear Yoga Sutra and think Kama Sutra. They remember that story they once read about the Orgasmic Meditation (OM) movement or naked yoga or yogasms. They picture the cheesy movie scenes where men watch a sex video and one of them drools, “wow, she must do yoga!” They envision Sting and Tantric sex…couples having intercourse while staring deeply into each other’s eyes, achieving levitation right before they experience multiple, simultaneous, universe-altering orgasms.
Or something like that.
I have never experienced simultaneous orgasm. And the closest I’ve ever come to levitation is that time I went into a headstand in yoga class, fell over, and magically landed in king pigeon pose. But I can share with you five ways in which yoga can improve your sex life. Keep reading »