The first time I heard the saying “a moment on your lips, forever on your hips,” I was in grade 7. My speech that year was on childhood obesity and that line was how I would end it. In retrospect, someone should have referred me to a therapist upon hearing it come out of an…
Powerlifting is a sport that demands you do not suck in your waist, avoid food or remain quiet. It is a sport where heavier girls are stronger, and growth is celebrated. It is a metaphorical middle finger up to everything we were taught to define being a woman.
I know why I lift and it has little to do with health
I had friends in school, so this isn’t going to be a sob story about how I was socially isolated. I was anything but quiet and didn’t have ANY issues voicing my thoughts and opinions.
I know it can feel catastrophic to have not made any sizeable progress, but a lack of regression IS sometimes progress.
This is a sensitive topic because a new job has forced me leave the best strength gym in the GTA, leaving me to shop for a new place that is willing to accommodate my obnoxious grunting.
“What a creep. He asked if I needed a spot for my squats” So you want to be friends with, or more-than-friends with, a woman at your gym. However, being a male, you have the choice of either never approaching her, or risking being labelled as the gym creep or a**hole forever.
I already see this ruffling more than a few feathers.
Cardio is considered by the general public as a key driver of fat-loss. Move more + eat less = lose weight? Great concept… apparently unless you’re me.