I have found a new friend at the gym: the Bosu Ball.
It looks like a yoga ball that has had its end chopped off and stuck on a piece of hard plastic. According to the website: "At its essence, BOSU® Training is about expanding movement capabilities while reshaping the body and strengthening the mind." I don't know about all of that, but I do know that it's a fun tool for those of us who are sick of regular squats and lunges. I used it yesterday as a platform - a wobbly, shaky platform - for military presses and then attempted to do squats on the hard plastic side while trying not to bust my ass. I don't know if it'll make me fitter, stronger, or a better athlete. But hey - it's still fun.
The Bosu is part of my attempt to not be sore after lifting. I thought that I would be able to do more reps with lighter weights, and as a result I wouldn't be achy from the waist down for the next three days. But guess what: I was wrong. Here I am, in my cute little glittery shoes, limping around the office and trying not to whimper.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Friday, January 23, 2009
The Possibility of Fish
Ever since I wrote an eighth grade research paper on factory farming (and made several arguments to my mom), I have abstained from eating meat in all its forms - chicken, beef, pork, and fish.
That was half my life ago.
Recently, after doing some educational reading and TV watching (and a lot of soul-searching), I have been thinking more and more about eating fish once again. No longer do I object to eating meat because animals are killed in the process; I object to eating (most) meat because (most) animals are treated so poorly before they're killed. But fish are usually different, right? The fresh ones - the only one's I'd consider eating - happily swim around for their whole lives until *gasp!* they die from lack of water (or from being bashed in the head / boiled alive / etc.)
I think I'd like to try my first piece of fish on my birthday, February 3rd. My only hang-up is that I couldn't technically call myself a vegetarian anymore. Pretty stupid.
Thoughts? Opinions?
That was half my life ago.
Recently, after doing some educational reading and TV watching (and a lot of soul-searching), I have been thinking more and more about eating fish once again. No longer do I object to eating meat because animals are killed in the process; I object to eating (most) meat because (most) animals are treated so poorly before they're killed. But fish are usually different, right? The fresh ones - the only one's I'd consider eating - happily swim around for their whole lives until *gasp!* they die from lack of water (or from being bashed in the head / boiled alive / etc.)
I think I'd like to try my first piece of fish on my birthday, February 3rd. My only hang-up is that I couldn't technically call myself a vegetarian anymore. Pretty stupid.
Thoughts? Opinions?
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