We’ve been talking a lot about Instagram lately. We’re not hating on the platform, merely examining things that come with it; image, transparency, identity.
Let’s take the fitness movement for example. Fitness models, body builders, personal trainers they push and promote their programs, diets, supplements, that horrid “fit tea” to the masses and yes, a lot of the times it works. Hell, my husband recently hired his very first personal trainer and he found him on Instagram.
Rosalyn planking the wrong way (as usual) during a Nike workout in downtown Toronto. Photo: @doncharleone
Instagram is like window shopping for the life you wish you had. That line came to me as I was doing my nightly scroll through the ‘gram.
Who isn’t guilty of posting a vacation selfie to Instagram? This one didn’t make my feed, but I had plenty others from last October’s trip to Mexico.
I don’t know the origin of the phrase FOMO (fear of missing out) but I swear it must’ve been birthed because of, or around the same time Instagram became to be.
In true #TBT fashion, we’ll be throwing it back to long-lost stories. The ones in which we did put pen to paper (in a 2017 kind of way), but for whatever reason remained tucked away in the unpublished folder.
The Bachelorette Misadventure: Montreal, Quebec circa August 2014
Why we didn’t publish: No good reason at all. That’s the truth.
“This doesn’t look like a Bachelorette party”
It’s the 19th of January do you know where your fitspirations are?
Thanks to singer and dancer Teyana Taylor, I sure do. Upon pre-bedtime Instagram scrolling last night, I happened across a clip of Taylor’s new dance workout video in collaboration with Vogue.
A screenshot from Teyana Taylor’s dance workout video with Vogue. (YouTube)
In 48 seconds, all the hype, the excitement, and not to mention, the money pumped into welcoming Ronda Rousey back to the UFC came crashing down with every punch Champion Amanda Nunes threw.
I was heartbroken for her. The predictable headlines ensued, was she ever that good to begin with? Will she retire? Go to the WWE? Disappear completely from the spotlight? She did. Rousey didn’t take part in the post-fight interviews, she, nor her team released an official statement after the Dec. 30 bout. Until today.
A simple post on Instagram. A famous quote from ‘Harry Potter’ author, JK Rowling: “And so rock bottom became the foundation on which I rebuilt my life.”
In black and white, the message is quite clear that what’s next for the former champion is not known (to the public at least) but she’s got a plan.
This post rings with me personally, not just because I’m a Rousey fan (and a JK Rowling fan) but because I’m also going through changes.
There is something about Ronda Rousey’s return that’s got me riled up.
Not in a bad way, but in an excited, empowering and encouraging one.
She’s just as bad-ass.
And if those promo ads haven’t convinced you (yet) that she’s not only got the meanest mug in the business, but she’s not one to back down – I must ask, what more do you want?
Should I expect you to change or should you expect me to change after our wedding? If so, in what way?
This question stared at me from an exercise page titled ‘Three Stages of Love’. My fiance and I attended an ‘Engagement Encounter’ program recently. Both being Catholic and planning a small church ceremony ahead of our destination wedding this year, we’re required to take this weekend seminar or, a similar course over six weeks.
Exercise sheets from the marriage course my fiance and I attended. (Photo: Rosalyn Solomon)