#brisk walking for weight loss

[ujusttry]

Slow Running vs Brisk Walking: Which Is Better for Your Health? 5 Major Key Points

Slow running vs brisk walking—which is better for your health? Both exercises offer significant benefits, from improving cardiovascular health to reducing stress. But which one should you choose? This article will compare the health advantages, calorie burn, and impact on joints to help you decide. What is Slow Running?What is Brisk Walking?Health Benefits of Slow RunningHealth Benefits of Brisk…

[healthhygine]

Weight Loss and Control of Blood Sugar Spike

Losing weight and managing blood sugar spikes can feel like a daunting challenge, but you're not alone. There are simple, natural ways you can take control right from the comfort of your own home.

Start by incorporating more fiber-rich foods into your diet, like fruits, vegetables, and whole grains. Fiber helps regulate blood sugar levels and keeps you feeling fuller for longer, reducing the temptation to overeat.

Next, stay hydrated by drinking plenty of water throughout the day. Water helps flush out toxins and can even help curb cravings.

Regular exercise is key to both weight loss and blood sugar control. You don't need fancy equipment or a gym membership; a brisk walk or a few sets of bodyweight exercises at home can make a big difference.

Don't forget the power of relaxation and stress management. High stress levels can lead to overeating and blood sugar spikes, so take time to unwind with activities like meditation, deep breathing, or simply enjoying a good book.

Lastly, be patient and kind to yourself. Rome wasn't built in a day, and neither is sustainable weight loss or blood sugar control. Celebrate your progress, no matter how small, and remember that every positive choice you make is a step in the right direction towards a healthier, happier you

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[walkworkouts]

31-Minute Standing Cardio - Reduce Body Fat with a Brisk Walk

Join me for a 30-minute standing, low-impact cardio workout that focuses on your core and a thin waist. You may reduce weight by burning fat, particularly belly fat, toning and strengthening your core, and burning calories while walking. Combining this beginner-friendly workout with a healthy, balanced diet may aid in your weight reduction efforts. It also includes a wide range of workouts for waist-toning. I wish you luck as we begin the activity! If you want to receive new walking routines every week, remember to subscribe to the channel! 💪❤️

[theoreticaldoctor]

Losing Weight By Walking

A short blog on how I lost 10kgs through brisk walking every day - #blogging #dailyblog #writing #walking #weightloss

How often do you walk or run? Click here for more articles & daily dose. Run? Rarely. I dislike running. I dislike the swear and added anxiety it gives me. I dislike not being able to breathe properly that comes with running. But walking? Brisk-walking? Well, that’s something I do everyday. Before I started my internship as a junior doctor (or in Malaysia, housemanship), I used to aim to…

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rooftop

dick grayson x f! reader content: nsfw implications but not actual nsfw word count: 1.0k

The brisk autumn breeze feels good against your skin as you climb up onto the rooftop of the Gotham Museum of Art, necklace in hand. You peer down at it, the ruby and sapphires winking back at you in the moonlight. It’s beautiful and you’re sure Selina will be able to raise its price even higher.

You stretch your arms up, enjoying the pull in your back, and you’re about to make your egress when your ears prick up. The sound of footsteps makes you smile; how considerate of him to announce his arrival. “Lovely night we’re having,” Nightwing says from behind you.

“Perfect for a nighttime stroll, no?” you reply.

“Looks like you’re here for a little more than that, Pantheress,” he says. 

You finally turn to face him, shamelessly drinking him in. The black and blue suit clings to him like a second skin and you bite the corner of your lip, meeting his eyes with a cheeky grin. “You’re more than welcome to join me on my walk,” you tell him.

Nightwing smiles back at you. “Sure thing,” he says. “I’ll just need to take that, though.” He motions to the jewelry in hand. 

“If that’s your condition, I guess we’ll have to take a rain check.” 

“I still can’t let you leave.”

“Aww, you like me that much, birdy?”

He gives you an exasperated look. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way.”

You hum, pretending to think as you stalk toward him. His eyes follow your moves and he doesn’t move, even as your chest brushes against him. You glance at him. What color are his eyes under that mask, you wonder. You imagine that they’re electric blue, just as pretty as the rest of him. “How about this?” You move your arm behind your back, tightening your grip on the necklace. “We do this my way.”

And in a flash, you take off. You leap from building to building, Nightwing not too far off. You slow just a little bit to glance back when the sound of footsteps disappear behind you. You smirk to yourself, but as you jump for another rooftop, a body intercepts you. 

Nightwing twists his body to take the brunt of the force and you tumble on top of him. You hastily try to regain footing but he flips, pinning you beneath him. You realized belatedly that the necklace is no longer in your hand, your head lifting to look around. Then, you see his Nightwing’s hand. You make one, quick grab at it but he’s faster, jerking his arm away, prompting you to sigh, “Thought we were having fun, Wing.”

“There’s nothing fun about theft, Pantheress.”

“You and I both know that rich assholes won’t be hurting too much from the loss,” you hiss at him.

“Stealing isn’t right,” he says firmly, “no matter what.” 

You roll your eyes. “But I don’t see you locking up any millionaires who are pushing people out of their neighborhoods and building luxury properties on top of them.”

“That’s because it’s within the confines of the law, and even if I don’t agree with it, it’s still legal.”

You scowl and swipe at him, the retractable claws in your gloves unsheathing. He dodges but the way he shifts his weight gives you just enough time to shove him off you and put some distance between the two of you. 

“You never go down without a fight,” he says, pocketing the necklace — you’re not even sure how it’s possible in that skin-tight suit — and reaching for the two escrima sticks strapped to his back. 

“I thought that’s what you like about me.” 

He lunges for your first and you leap away, bobbing and weaving underneath the swing of his escrima sticks. You claws graze the fabric of his suit, tearing a hole in the sleeve. You aim a kick at his chest but he drops one of his batons, using his free hand to grab your ankle and spin you off balance. Before you fall, you manage to grab him, pulling him down with you. You land on your chest, a strangled grunt leaving your lips as Nightwing lands on top of you. “We need to stop meeting like this,” you pant.

He snorts in amusement on top of you, sitting up. You scoff when you hear the clink of handcuffs. “Is that really necessary?”

“You know theft is a crime. I have to take you in.” As he tries to fasten one cuff around your left wrist, you start squirming, hoping your movements would throw him off guard. Instead, he holds a firm's hand on the center of your back. “Stop moving,” he hisses. It takes you a beat to realize there’s something hardening against your back.

You snicker, “Guess you really are happy to see me, birdy.”

For once, there’s no clever quip to come out of his mouth. You squirm more, delighting in the way he struggles to deal with you and stopping any sound from escaping. Then, Nightwing’s weight is thrown off you suddenly and the sounds of a small scuffle reach your ears. You take the chance to see Selina standing behind you. She tilts her head at you, smirking. “I’ve never had to bail you out like this, kitten.”

“My hero.” You peer over his shoulder. “Is the Bat following you?”

“Should be here shortly,” she says. “So we should take our leave.”

Before Nightwing has a chance to stop you again, Selina ushers you to the edge of the building and you two leap, disappearing into the night. 

Dick curses as he watches you fade into the darkness below. Bruce lands beside him, and Dick resheaths his escrima sticks. “They got away,” Bruce says, though he doesn’t sound too unhappy. 

“Yeah,” Dick replies. Next time, he’ll catch you. The thought excites him, makes him antsy for the next encounter. “At least we got the necklace back.” When he reaches into his pocket, he finds empty space. “Shit.”

a/n: i don’t think this is my finest work and it’s a bit rushed but i really wanted to write for one of my favorite and most beloved characters so i hope you enjoyed

[scrumpledorph]

I feel compelled by some recent realizations to share the story of my lifetime experience with weight, weight loss, fatphobia, and self acceptance.

I weighed 180 lbs for a lot of my early childhood, and got bullied constantly for it. It was comorbid with severe, impairing asthma that limited my ability to use my body at any pace faster than a brisk, if I was lucky, walk. Nobody ever blamed the asthma, they just called me out of shape, lazy - all the usual insults. I got kicked out of high school gym class in both grades it was a required course because I couldn't run fifteen laps of the gym. I never signed up for it again.

I was the school whipping boy wherever I went. (I moved schools a lot, because I'd lash out violently about this happening to me) One time in elementary school a group of boys hid behind me because they were being bothered by some girls, and knew they wouldn't get within ten feet of me outside the classroom where they were forced to. The first guy I ever hooked up with negged me to lose weight and join him at the gym if I wanted to do anything more serious with him.

Then a growth spurt combined with a two week vacation where I only ate ramen twice a day in high school shaved literally a third of that off. 120 lbs. My parents and I considered it a miracle. Suddenly I really liked how I'd come to look. I went from a frumpy, comely child to a heroin chic rockstar like David Bowie, and all the other imitators that chased after him, and I wasn't even trying!

I was skin stretched over bones. If I lifted my arms up every single rib from the collarbone to the stomach was pronounced, with gaps you could run your fingers along. This was before I realized I was trans, so I was mostly putting myself into the world as a twink (femboy hadn't really come into parlance yet, I'd probably have used it if so). People started treating me well for the first time in my life, I was popular. My romantic advances were reciprocated instead of pushed away in disgust for the first time in my life, I went on dates, I had a couple short lived girlfriends.

Some time in my twenties, I realized I was lactose intolerant. To both truncate and avoid needless disgust; once I took steps to mitigate that my weight rebounded back up from the 160 it had ended up settling at as my metabolism evened out, to 216. So I tortured myself with the most bland, boring diet in the world: plain oat cheerios, cashews, barely seasoned salads and coleslaw, microwaved chicken wiener sandwiches. It sloughed off the pounds, at first.

I hit a hitch around 180. I had originally wanted to go back down to 160, with the height I'd gained since high school that would put me in about the same ballpark range as how I looked then, and it's what the BMI scale says is healthy for my body proportions. But I simply could not go under 180.

Even a single cheat day a week, the recommended amount for any diet, would make my body snap back up by two pounds the next day, which took me the entire rest of the week just to get back to where I started. It was truly miserable, checking the scale every single morning and beating myself up over every single time my family took me out to eat or brought me leftovers.

So I stopped. I said fuck it, let my body sit at 185. Now? I can eat pretty much anything I want and it barely makes a dent in the long run. Recently checked in after three nights of stacked turkey dinner plates for the holidays, with eggnog and ice cream and a whole bag of christmas candy sitting on my desk next to me that I take occasional nibbles from. 184.8, exactly where I want it to be. The BMI scale says this is the borderline of overweight for my height.

An acquaintance who had known me while I was in that emaciated point in my life recently reconvened with me, and said that I looked a lot healthier. It was genuinely the first time anyone in the world had made a positive comment about my body outside of that short lived stint of emaciation. It was a genuine shock, because I hadn't up to that point considered for a second that I could possibly have looked bad to anyone at that point.

An article I doubt I could find with how bad google is nowadays once said that around 97% (I might even be lowballing it) of diets fail, because the body will slash your metabolism by 30% if you drop even 5% from where it wants to sit. I guess all I have to say is: listen to your body.

If maintaining your slim figure is a hobby all unto itself: with a meticulously crafted diet and double digit hour exercise regimen that you lock yourself in by checking the scale every morning? It's not worth it, holy shit. Maybe you'll end up with an extended illness that keeps you from working out for a week or two. Maybe your willpower will just finally give out, and you'll spend a week catching up on all the pleasure you'd denied yourself while you were dieting. But I know, from experience, that one day you'll just end up where your body wants you to be, whether you're comfortable with it or not.

I promise you that the freedom of accepting the weight your body wants to be at and being able to treat yourself guilt free will bring you so much more joy than having a thigh gap does.

[entity56]

weight loss culture has spiraled so out of control that when we say 'exercise is healthy and good for you' the first thing that comes to mind is 'because it makes you lose weight'. thats not even CLOSE to the top priority and should never have been in the first place. for folks that can, they should work out because of the VARIOUS OTHER health benefits, including assisting in mental illness recovery. it improves your blood flow. it regulates your emotions and stimulates dopamine production. it encourages muscle development. makes you more energetic and (if done right) flexible and mobile. improves your sleep. hell it can even make food more enjoyable! i'm serious!

so when people say 'fat people are unhealthy' they're completely overlooking the fact that A) Body Types Exist and B) having extra 'fluff' does not a health condition make. inactivity does. even something as simple as a quick yoga session or a swim or brisk walk can DRASTICALLY improve your health in multiple different ways. while fat.

when we say 'work out' it's not supposed to mean 'you're fat' it's supposed to mean 'you could benefit from some physical activity'. bar none. period. full stop.

[justwannabesk1nnylol]

TIPS FOR RESTRICTING

*brush your teeth (toothpaste obv) to avoid eating

*pinch your fat when your hungry

*workout when hungry

*look at th1nspöö when hungry

*take a rubber band and snap it against your wrist when your hungry, pain=food

*measure yourself when hungry and think about your dream measurements

*chug water to stop hunger

*eat gum to stop hunger, your brain tricks you into thinking gum is food

*buy clothes you like in the smallest size, when your hungry look at the clothes

*if your parents/guardians force you to eat, eat it in a different room and throw it away/flush it

*don’t tell people about your wl

*use forms of pain (hitting NOT $H) to stop yourself from eating

*pray to whoever you believe in to stop the hunger and stop you from eating*If you're eating with your family wear big socks so that you can stuff food in them.

*when you go out don't take more that $5 so that you don't buy food.

*while eating just your food into smaller pieces, that way people will think that your eating the same amount of food as them.

*It's better to exercise in the morning before you eat, that way you're body will burn stored fat and not the food you ate

*whenever you start a new diet make sure you write down your goals on a piece of paper that way you'd be motivated to keep going

*Write down your current weight on one side of your hand the you're goal weight on the other that way you can see how much more you need to lose

*When eating, eat with your right hand, it'll help you eat slower

*Put a water bottle anywhere you'll see it at least every hour. When you see it sip some water it's good for weight loss

*when going to any event (especially parties) take a bag or purse with you, it should hold 1 diet coke and some rice cakes (no more then 75 calories) that way you don't binge on food too much

*If you feel like binging on cake for any reason eat little by little it takes the brain 20 minutes to realize it's full.

*look at thinspo (bonespo) for motivation

*Try to practice with make-up to distract yourself from food or watch those shein review videos

* being hungry is only temporary it's will go away after 25 minutes or a nap

*munchbak will make you less hungry

*starving will make you feel good

*If there's fast food that your forced to eat just eat the fries, biscuit, nuggets, or the brisk tea (diet coke)

*being skinny comes with benefits such as going out on your own, no school days, in patients, and more

*eating from bowls that are like dark blue or black will make you feel fuller

*if there's any food in the house that you might binge on get rid of it

*walk more , exercise more,eat less

*ASMR for help falling asleep

*ANYTHING BUT HIGH CALORIE FOODS

*measure yourself

*if your binging throw the food in the toilet immediately, the toilet works better then the trash

*eat in the same place everyday (not your room)

*Never eat while watching TV, if you do that you'll most likely binge

*press your stomach when it grumbles

*paint your nails when they start getting discolored

*go out in the kitchen and pretend your looking for food. Cook something or warm something up, so your parents can hear you cook and they'll smell it too, Take it to your room and throw it out. Leave some crumbs on the plate so it looks like you ate.

*make sure to keep asking for pads so that your parents don't get suspicious

*Get rid of the fear of wasting food. The sooner you change yourself the better. Leave a bite at first and soon you'll throw it away without thoughts.

*Get used to fasting, it's not a punishment it's actually a reward for future you

*To avoid Binging, spray perfume on your food, it’ll get rid of your appetite

[perfectsunlight]

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢? [𝟗]

𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘂𝗺𝗮, 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘃𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁, 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘃𝘆 𝘀𝘂𝗯𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗲.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 𝟮.𝟱𝗸

𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀: 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗽𝗶𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲

love wasn’t a member of ning’s family.

yizhuo only remembered her mother’s voice in the form of screams. the sound of her venomous tone still rang in her ears whenever she thought about her.  

sometimes ning wondered if she would have been better off without remembering anything about her mother. growing up in a household devoid of love and filled with hostility had shaped ning in ways she struggled to comprehend.

she was too young to remember anything else about her mother. then again, she didnt stick around to leave any memorable impressions anyway.

not any good ones at least.

ning yizhuo knew the feeling of loss from the age of four when her mom left.

her father worked long hours, living paycheck to paycheck every month in order to keep a roof over their heads and food in their stomachs. she struggled to make friends due to her failing to have anything in common with her classmates. the noise that formerly filled her life had forced her to be silent.

she was quiet.

the walks home were quiet. her home was quiet. her life was quiet.

ningning hated the quiet. it made her feel guilty.

guilty for being the cause of her parent’s problems. guilty for being the reason her father was never home. guilty for being the reason her mom left.

that’s when ning yizhuo realized that love was not real. because if love was real, it wouldn't have left her alone in the suffocating embrace of silence and guilt. her mother’s love felt nothing like that, and neither did her father’s. 

ning’s childhood became even more miserable the moment her father found out how easy money could be made off of her talent. suddenly she was signed up for music shows and competitions, just for her father to rake in a few extra dollars for rent.

she was got to being used for years, and it didn’t stop even when she left china. maybe that’s what made you so different to ning?

you never used her. the mere thought of you doing what everyone else did to her made her queasy. she hated ignoring your calls and texts, knowing how badly you wanted to explain things but she couldn’t bring herself to sit there and hear the words come out of your mouth.

to know for certain that you used her made her feel horrible.

but there was nothing in ning’s life that made her feel more miserable than seeing you and her group member together. 

the first week was the hardest. yizhuo didn’t bother getting up out of bed. aespa had been given a few days off to rest and recover, but the young idol could do anything but rest. 

ningning cried the first night you called her after what happened. the image of aeri’s hand on your waist burned in the forefront of her mind as she curled into her tear-stained sheets. 

the sound of your voice was once a source of comfort, but it now echoed with the painful imagery of your hand intertwined with another's. 

as she held the phone to her chest, tears cascaded down her cheeks, painting a vivid trail of her anguish on the pillowcase. part of her anguish stemmed from her unable to understand why it hurt so much. you two were never dating, or anything even close to it. 

but you made her feel something she’s never felt in her entire life. 

ning’s chest rose and fell with anguish, her breaths labored and heavy with the weight of unspoken emotions. the cracks of moonlight shone through the blinds of her bedroom, illuminating her sea of pain and bringing to dim light her disheveled appearance.

she didn’t know how long she cried for, or when she even ended up falling asleep due to pure exhaustion. all she knew was that even when she woke, she felt even worse than she did the day before. the young idol convinced herself to get up and go to the company’s gym just to go for a brisk walk on the treadmill to clear her head, and also hoping it would exhaust her enough so she could sleep properly later on.

however, ningning wasn’t expecting to see you and aeri working out together by the weights.

the sight of aeri giving you a kiss before doing her next set made the air in her lungs disappear. she wanted to look away, to escape the suffocating pain that surged within her, but her feet felt rooted to the ground. the weight of her emotions held her captive, unable to tear her gaze away from the scene that tormented her soul.

a rush of conflicting emotions swept through ningning—pain, betrayal, and an overwhelming sense of loneliness. the sight before her shattered the fragile semblance of hope she had tried to nurture within herself, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable.

with a heavy heart and teary eyes, she turned away, retreating from the gym with faltering steps. the tears she had tried to suppress earlier welled up again, blurring her vision as she stumbled back up to her room. her resolve to clear her mind shattered along with the hope of finding solace in exercise.

once back in the solitude of her room, ningning collapsed onto her bed, her sobs echoing in the silence. the morning sun poking through the blinds illuminated the anguish etched on her tear-streaked face. the weight of her emotions threatened to drown her in an ocean of despair once more.

this vicious cycle continued for the next week. ning would try and go out, only to see glimpses of you and your new girlfriend everywhere she went.

the subsequent days felt like a relentless onslaught of torment for ningning. every attempt to escape the haunting reminders of your newfound relationship ended in despair. it seemed as though fate conspired against her, offering constant glimpses of you and aeri, a bitter reminder of what she had lost.

whether she strolled through the company corridors or sought solace in the surrounding cityscape, the echoes of your presence lingered, a cruel and inescapable torment. the world around her seemed to conspire to magnify her pain, presenting her with constant reminders of something she could never have.

not to mention, aeri’s room was in the same corridor as hers. the quiet allowed for her to hear the muffled sounds of your voices before you disappeared behind aeri’s door.

the proximity of aeri's room to hers became a source of agony in itself. the thin walls, barely shielding the sounds of your conversations and laughter, felt like an intrusion into ning’s personal space. 

the solitude of her own room now felt like a prison. each muffled conversation heard through the walls was a twist to the knife, a cruel reminder that you were just beyond her reach. 

as usual, the chinese girl turned to her cigarettes for some form of solace. she told herself she’d quit, but in her eyes she no longer had a reason to.

smoke tendrils danced above her head as she tried to cloud her mind from the images that refused to escape her memory. the familiar burn in her lungs gave the young idol a fleeting distraction, a temporary numbness to the relentless ache that gripped her heart. her fingers trembled slightly as she lit another cigarette, the thin haze in the room a metaphor for the fog that enveloped her thoughts.

in the haze of her solitude, she found herself relying on cigarettes more often, seeking comfort in the transient relief they offered. each drag on the cigarette offered a brief respite, a momentary escape from the suffocating pain that engulfed her. 

but the acrid taste mingled with the bitterness of her emotions didn’t give as much relief as it used to.

as days turned into nights and the cycle of torment persisted, ningning found herself seeking a different form of escape. the cigarettes no longer sufficed to dull the ache in her chest or to silence the echoes of her heartache.

naturally, she turned to liquor next.

in the quietness of her room, she reached for a bottle, the amber liquid offering a different kind of relief, a temporary anesthesia for the emotional anguish that consumed her. the burn of alcohol sliding down her throat provided a fleeting numbness, an illusory moment of reprieve from the emotional storm raging inside her.

with each swig, she felt the heaviness in her heart subside momentarily, replaced by a hazy blur that momentarily dulled the sharp edges of her pain. the room spun around her as the alcohol took effect, but she could make out your name on her phone as you called her for what seemed like the 10th time that week.

she hadn’t spoken to anyone, and used the “im sick” excuse to get out of practices. minjeong stopped by a few times to bring her food since she stopped eating, and jimin also would stop by to make sure the idol was still alive.

but she hadn’t spoken a word to giselle. not once.

in a haze of alcohol-induced emotions, ningning's phone buzzed incessantly with your calls. with unsteady hands, she clumsily reached for the phone, her vision blurred and thoughts muddled by the effects of the alcohol.

with a mix of frustration and despair, she answered the call, her voice trembling with the weight of emotions and the influence of the drinks. "what?" she slurred, the single word laced with bitterness and pain.

“ning…are you drunk right now?”

your concerned voice on the other end was met with a wave of conflicting emotions that surged within ningning. in her intoxicated state, she struggled to contain the flood of feelings that washed over her—a potent mix of hurt, anger, and heartache.

"why do you keep calling?" her words were tinged with a drunken resentment, an unfiltered expression of the raw emotions that festered within her. "i don't want to talk to you," she added, her voice cracking with the weight of unspoken anguish.

“aeri’s worried, i’m worried—” 

the mention of aeri's name in your conversation, intended or not, acted as a catalyst, exacerbating ningning's intoxicated emotional state. the room spun around her, mirroring the whirlwind of emotions that clouded her thoughts.

"why are you with her?" she blurted out, her voice laced with a painful mixture of accusation and sorrow. amidst the blur of tears and alcohol, ningning felt a surge of irrational anger directed not just at the situation but also at you. the alcohol-fueled courage pushed her to voice the turmoil within her, even though she knew her words were fueled by intoxication and despair. “did you use me to get with my member?” yizhuo added, taking another quick swig of her bottle.

“no, yizhuo,” you whispered over the line, and ning could only imagine the rapper sleeping next to you. she didn’t need to use her imagination to know what the two of you were up to at certain hours, considering how close aeri’s room was. “if anything i used aeri to get with you.”

“oh so you just get naked for any of my members? is that it?” ning’s slurred words hung in the heavy silence that followed, the weight of her accusations reverberating in the air. your response, though whispered and earnest, only fueled the turmoil within ningning. her mind raced, clouded by the haze of alcohol and the jumbled mess of her emotions.

a bitter irony twisted in her thoughts. she wished she could be more like the rapper—confident, assured, and seemingly unaffected by the chaos that had engulfed the youngest member’s world. aeri embodied everything that ningning felt she lacked—an effortless charm, an air of self-assuredness, and an ability to navigate relationships with ease.

“aeri is more than someone i sleep with,” you replied quickly and firmly, not liking the accusations the drunk girl was implying. your heart ached for ning, and you wanted nothing more than to go next door and take away the bottle that was in her hands.

in her drunken state, ningning's insecurities amplified, and a pang of envy surged within her. never in her life would she be vulnerable with anyone, especially you. she couldn’t let you see the cracks that littered her life, or the dents that were prominent underneath every spotlight and red carpet.

yizhuo was damaged goods. no one wanted that. you would never want that—you would never want her.

“then what was i? just someone you slept with?” ningning shouted, silent sobs falling from her mouth as she curled into herself, clutching the bottle of amber liquid closer to her chest.

your attempts to explain and reassure ningning faltered amidst the haze of her emotions. your words, though sincere, seemed to collide with the wall of insecurities she had built around herself. as she lashed out with anguished accusations, you tried to interject, to calm the storm of emotions raging within her.

"yizhuo, please, it's not like that," you pleaded, your voice tinged with concern and desperation, hoping to reach through the fog of her distress.

but ningning couldn't bring herself to trust or believe in your reassurances. not while she knew you were laying next to aeri.

“no! you’re lying!” she cried out, the words laden with a hurt that pierced through the facade she tried to maintain. her voice trembled with a mix of anguish and desperation, her vulnerability laid bare in the solitude of her room.

in her fragile state, the emotions surged.

overwhelmed by the tumult of emotions, she ended the call and flung her phone across the room, an obvious gesture of her frustration and inability to cope with the whirlwind of emotions engulfing her. 

nothing was helping her. not the bottle in her hands, the weed in her closet, or the cigarettes in her nightstand. there was nothing that worked anymore, and it mortified her.

little did ning know, you had been sober for a few weeks, and being with aeri helped you stay sober. it felt good, it felt right.

unfortunately, ning wasn’t in the same boat. she had only sunk deeper.

she had only ever smoked and drank, but none of that worked anymore. nothing was working. ning needed something that would make everything stop hurting. 

which was why one of her last nights at the club she took a chance and stole something she never thought she’d end up doing. at least, not alone. she got it in hopes that the two of you would try it together. 

but now it would serve a different purpose.

the idol pulled the baggie from the nearby sock on her floor. she had stashed it in there because she knew jimin would find it if it was anywhere else. the leader could handle the weed being in her room at most, but this?

this was different. this was dangerous.

ning could feel the ringing in her ears and her hazy vision starting to tunnel in on only the bag in the palm of her hand. silence filled the room, with not even the ac unit humming to fill the void. 

it was quiet. it had been quiet since you left.

ningning hated the quiet.

which was why she ended up trying something new — molly.

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[chvnnie]

hey. hey. do you. have any. perhaps. thoughts. about minho.

FUNNY YOU SHOULD I ASK I WAS QUITE LITERALLY JUST THINKING ABOUT NOEASY ERA MINHO, SPECIFICALLY CHEESE MV MINHO.

there’s just. something about that motorcycle.

the leather vest, the way his hair is so perfectly slicked back. the way the green light of the bar highlights his feature perfectly, sharp jaw nudging against your collarbones as he looses himself in your neck.

sharp teeth dig into the skin, only soothed by the jolting of his tongue. the marks deepening in color. minho commits time to making sure of it.

it was a risky move — his larger hand in yours, tugged out the backdoor. through the rows of cars until you found the motorcycle you’re all too familiar with.

he chuckles when you pull at his shirt, alcohol making you needier than you should be. “are you sure this is a good idea?” the brisk late winter air pricks his neck and he’s suddenly very aware of how exposed you both are.

you hum, the hands on his shoulders gently pushing him back. the vehicle moves slightly under his weight, minho squeezing the edge of the seat to stay grounded. “straddle it.”

those two shots really gave you some confidence, huh? “your wish is my command.” he climbs onto it, leaving a little space between his lap and the handles for you. it’s lucky you wore a skirt today; hiking it up as you take a seat on him.

your clothed core rolls against his rough jeans. head rolled back in pleasure, you moan into the open air, drowned out only slightly by the music floating out of the bar. as pretty as you think minho is, he’s convinced you’re not human. how can flesh and blood be so ethereal? the marks he left on you earlier are angry. broken skin glowing under your sweat and the moonlight.

god, you just exist and minho is smitten. prepared to walk into the depths of hell if it meant a second alone with you.

“fuck, baby.” he groans, hands on your hips lifting you ever so slightly. the loss of contact makes your head snap back up, pouting at him with your plush lips. “need to feel you.”

you work quickly with his belt, letting it hit the gravel next to the bike’s tire. within seconds, his cock is out — beautifully curved and hard in your grasp.

there’s no time for prep, not when the voices of the friday night crowd are starting to filter outside. people ready to call it a night at almost midnight. pulling your panties to the side, you line your hole with the head of him, quickly sliding down despite the sting.

groaning in unison, minho grabs the nape of your neck. lips slam against yours, moving in a mess of heat and teeth and tongue. the taste of his whiskey fills your mouth, and god. god you feel far more intoxicated than you actually are thanks to him.

“that’s it.” he mumbles against your mouth, other hand quickly finding your ass. he pushes up the rest of your skirt, desperate to feel the plush of your ass against his palm. “fucking ride me like the slut you are.”

the slight degradation makes your head spin, bouncing quickly up and down on his cock. it fills you so wonderfully, head pushing against your sweet spot without much work. the night sky is dark, yet you’re seeing stars, right at the precipice of ecstasy.

“min.” you breathe into him, and he’s convinced this trashy bar parking lot is heaven. “min, i—“

letting go of your neck, his head falls between your legs. an expert on all things you, he finds your clit with ease, thumb brushing the bud in firm circles.

“let me feel it.” he encourages you, his cock twitching as his own edge approaches.

when you both cum, bodies melding into one, your screams are muffled by his lips. a sound that only he can hear, that only he can love. your hips slow, overstimulation raging up and down your spine. his kisses move to your jaw once you’ve quieted down, softly mumbling praises against it.

so consumed. so happy. so lost in each other than neither of you notice the footsteps that are growing in volume. headed straight towards the two of you.

this was shit sorry i wrote it at work



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Gym Bitch

Maddy was nervous about her first day at the gym. She was very self conscious about her body and how overweight she was. She wanted to loose weight for years but had never had the confidence to join a gym. She just knew that there would be men and women there in peak physical form who would look at her with disgust.

The only thing that convinced her this time to actually take the plunge was this guarantee this new gym that opened near her had. Alpha Gym promised weight loss after one session or money back. Maddy didn’t really believe that it could work but she couldn’t turn down an offer like that.

However as she stepped across the gym floor and she felt the eyes on her, judging her, she was regretting taking the gym up on their offer. It didn’t help that the outfit the gym provided to her as part of her membership was too small for her but it was a requirement for attending the gym.

“Ok just 30 minutes and then I can leave. Come on Maddy you can do this.” She said to herself trying to pump herself up. She started small by picking up some light weights and doing arm curls. Each rep felt good. Even better than good. Her body felt tingly as she did more.

“Yessss keep going, you’ll be looking great in no time.” A voice in her head whispered. She didn’t know where it came from but she was too much in the zone to care. Nor did she notice the weight practically drop off her by the minute.

She was so distracted that the only thing that broke her from her excercise was her alarm going off, signalling 30 minutes had past. Stopping her routine she put the weights back and did a double take in the mirror seeing how much weight she had just lost.

“Oh my god! I look so much better already. How is this possible?” She said to herself as she turned to see how more defined her body now was. It wasn’t anywhere near the same as the gym bunnies surrounding her but it was far better than when she walked in.

Satisfied with her progress, she picked up her bag to leave. However as she made for the door she heard the voice inside her head return. “You can’t stop now, think of how much hotter you could be in another 30 minutes.”

Almost in a trance Maddy found herself nodding in agreement and walk back onto the gym floor and head for a treadmill.

Maddy hopped on the treadmill, feeling a mix of determination and excitement. Her inner voice was urging her on, fueling her with newfound motivation. She started with a brisk walk, feeling the burn in her legs and the sweat forming on her forehead. The minutes flew by as she gradually increased the speed.

"You've got this, Maddy! Push yourself a little more don’t you want to be hot? Don’t you want to be desired?" The voice encouraged, becoming her cheerleader. And she did just that. Maddy increased the intensity, transitioning from a walk to a jog. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her body responding to the challenge.

Maddy continued her intense workout on the treadmill, the voice in her head growing more persistent, its tone filled with a desire for sex appeal and power. It whispered seductively, "Imagine how irresistible you'll be with a tight, slim body. People will fall at your feet, granting you the power to do whatever you want."

Her pulse quickened, not just from the physical exertion but also from the intoxicating idea of possessing such influence. The vision of a transformed, beautiful version of herself fueled her determination. As she pushed harder on the treadmill, her body began to slim down once again, but not everything. Her breasts started to instead grow larger, fuller and rounder. They hung on her frame perfectly. Her butt grew more curvaceous and plump.

Maddy stepped off the treadmill, her heart still racing with excitement and a newfound sense of power as she looked at herself in the mirror. She couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through her veins, nor the allure of the confidence that beauty seemed to bestow upon her. She took a long while looking at her reflection.

The gym clothes she had lamented just an hour ago as too tight now clung to her body perfectly. Her butt and tits filled out the outfit like a dream and she giggled to herself as she cheekily slapped one of her ass cheeks, loving how it jiggled. She now looked better than she even had done before and yet as she saw all the gym bunnies around her either flirt with the hunky gym bros or be their objects of desired, she suddenly craved more.

"I want that power," Maddy whispered to herself, her voice echoing in her mind. She craved the ability to command attention, to have her desires met effortlessly, and to shape her own destiny.

She spent the next few hours trying every machine in the building. Each new exercise improved her physically, in ways she expected and in many ways she didn’t. She never knew exercise could give her long manicured nails or could tan her skin or could thicken and lighten her hair but by the time she was done for the day she had all that and more.

Each new change was met by the voice in her head twisting her ideals, her attitude and her desires.

“Sexy nails for a sexy bitch. Designed to sink into a muscular back.”

“Imagine how good your body will be in a swimsuit on a beach? You’ll have men flocking to you.”

“Blonde hair is eye catching, not invisible like brown. A well timed hair flick can be alluring and bratty at the same time.”

She posed for a long time in the mirror, marvelling at how good she looked. If she knew it could be this easy she would have gone years ago. In fact a growing resentment was growing in her mind for the woman she used to be and all women like her.

“Dumb fat whales like you used to be are pathetic losers who will never amount to anything. You’re so much better than them.” The voice hissed in her head. Maddy felt like she should argue with the voice but the results spoke for themselves. She was now a goddess, it’s not her fault if everyone else couldn’t get on her level.

“Fucking idiots don’t deserve what I have.” Maddy said to herself in a bitchy tone.

A rising level of arrogance enveloped her the longer she took in her reflection. Her idea of self worth was through the roof as she took selfie after selfie. Maybe she would even do a workout video tomorrow to show all the fattys how easy it was to be hawt. Or maybe she would make a video shaming them. She couldn’t wait for the attention.

As she packed up her things and made her way to the door she took out her swipe card and nearly wretched at the image of herself that was laminated on. Turning back she marched up to reception.

“How can I help you miss?” The pretty receptionist asked.

“Something screwed up when you guys made my gym ID, I want to use a new picture.” Maddy said in a bitchy tone that dropped with bratty attitude. The receptionist took the ID and looked at the picture.

“Of course miss, this is unacceptable. Let me take another picture right now.” The woman said and Maddy posed effortlessly, the camera loving her.

“Stunning. I’ll make that change right away miss. Would you like to make any other changes?” The receptionist asked. Maddy was about to say no when the voice in her heard offered a hot suggestion.

“Yes. My first name should be Madison, not that childish Maddy as it currently says.” Madison said with a smirk to herself. Even on her own lips the name sounded perfect. The receptionist made the changes and handed Madison the new ID.

Madison strolled out of the gym finally for the first time in hours obsessed with her new ID. She felt like a new woman and was for intents and purposes. She was so distracted she walked right into someone. Looking up annoyed she saw it was a larger woman in workout gear about to head inside to the gym.

“Watch where you’re going fatty.” She snarled at the poor woman.

“I-I’m sorry I didn’t see you.” She woman sheepishly replied.

“I’m surprised you can see anything over that fucking gut of yours. Haha are you actually going into the gym? Nice try loser but there’s no cure for what you have so why don’t you run away home and eat the ice cream that’s most definitely in your freezer. This is my gym bitch and I don’t want to see pigs like you around.” Madison said with venom that even surprised herself.

She thought for a fleeting moment that she may have gone to far but as the other woman’s eyes welled up with tears and she ran back to her car, Madison felt an wave of of immense pleasure was over her. She was the gym bitch now and it felt good.

[jswayman1]

can i request something hurt/comfort with brad marchand, maybe after the team gets knocked out?

i kneel in front of the locker you're already grieving, you turn to me; eyes haunted by the game to come. yellow has never felt so sorrowful.

IN WHICH, emotions run high pre-game, dreams hang on a knife's edge, and bonds are tested in the face of impending loss

i KNOW you requested a post-game fic, but BARE WID ME. already working on a part two for you.

2.5k words, 14k characters in all, LOTTA angst. 2023 Game 7 if that helps narrow it down for you. Yeah.

a song to listen to while reading: BEING LOVED ISN'T THE SAME AS BEING UNDERSTOOD, VINES

The arena’s cold, brisk air tingles against my skin as I step inside TD Garden. The familiar hum of fluorescent lights, the faint scent of popcorn, and the sharp, almost metallic tang of ice flood my senses, anchoring me in this moment. Tonight's Game 7 against the Florida Panthers holds a weight unlike any other game I’ve experienced.

This is my second playoff season with Brad, and the stakes have never felt higher. As the assistant captain of the Bruins, he’s shouldered immense pressure all season, trying to move past the once reckless and angry rat title he's held. Now, with the possibility of elimination looming, especially with their record this time, the atmosphere almost feels explosive with tension.

Walking through the corridors, I spot some of the other WAGs right in the tunnel. Their designer jackets, specifically made for them, and meticulously styled hair do little to hide the anxiety etched on their faces.

It’s not just about the game; it’s about what happens after. The camaraderie among us is palpable yet tinged with the growing rivalry these two teams have, we all want our partners to shine. To be the heroes, if you will; but only one team can win.

I pause near the lounge area, where a few of the wives and girlfriends have gathered. 

Mia, a jet-black-haired striking girl with an infectious laugh, waves me over. Her boyfriend, Jake, is one of the team’s wingers. We’ve bonded over the past few months, finding solace in shared experiences and the unique rhythm of hockey life.

"How are you holding up?" She asks, her voice a blend of concern and excitement. "First Game 7, right?"

"Yeah," I nod, attempting a smile. "It’s a lot to take in."

Mia’s eyes soften. "It doesn’t get easier, but you learn to ride the highs and brace for the lows. Tonight’s huge, though. The guys are feeling the pressure."

I glance around, taking in the nervous energy. "Have you seen Brad?"

Mia shakes her head. "Not since the warm-ups. He seemed focused, though. More than usual."

Before I can respond, Coach Montgomery appears, clipboard in hand, eyes scanning the room. His presence is commanding, a stark reminder of the gravity of tonight’s game. I’ve only exchanged pleasantries with him a few times, but his dedication is… well, pretty undeniable. What he’s done for this team in such a short amount of time is cinema.

"Ladies," he acknowledges us with a nod, his expression a mix of determination and weariness. "It’s going to be a tough one, but we’re prepared."

As he moves past, I catch sight of Jeremy Swayman, the young goaltender. His face is a mask of concentration, but there’s a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. He’s the substitute tonight for Linus Ullmark, who's undoubtedly winning the Vezina, but out due to tearing his groin last game.

Jeremy has been performing well too - no doubt he's been the top backup in the league - but ever since Mia told me about his girlfriend Tori breaking up with him after three years together, he’s been struggling.

In addition, he now faces the pressure of ending the best season in NHL history and potentially losing key players Bergeron and Krejci to retirement if he fails to win this game.

I catch Jeremy's gaze for a brief moment, offering him a small, reassuring smile before he turns back to his thoughts. The weight on his shoulders is immense, and I can only imagine the whirlwind of emotions churning inside him.

I make my way over to Jeremy, hoping to give him some words of support before the game begins. As I approach, I observe how his hands are balled up into tight fists and his body is tense with nerves.

"You got this." I say softly, trying to break through his pre-game reverie.

Jeremy turns to me abruptly, his eyes widening a bit as he's pulled out of his thoughts. His face is tinged with surprise, but it's tinged with another emotion that I can't quite place.

He runs a hand through his messy hair, the brown strands sticking up and falling back around a pale, weary face. His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows, looking uncharacteristically vulnerable for a moment.

"Yeah?" he asks, voice hushed but rough from nerves.

"I mean it." I say firmly, holding his gaze. "You're an incredible goalie, and you've got this. I've seen you play. You've been the best backup in the league this season. You're ready for this."

Jeremy lets out a dry scoff, his hands clenching into even tighter fists next to him. The tension is obvious in his muscles, in the way his jaw is set and his shoulders are taut. "Pressure's on," he mutters, his voice dripping with a bitter mix of self-deprecation and nerves.

I let out a low breath, seeing how he's doubting himself already. "Pressure's always on in this league," I say quietly but with a sharp tone. But you've risen to the occasion every other time? You'll do it again tonight. I have faith in you."

He looks at me then, the doubt still in his eyes, but something else too. A flicker of vulnerability, of need for reassurance. He's fairly new, always been reserved and private from what I know about him, but I think tonight that veneer has cracked a bit.

Jeremy lets out a shaky exhale; his brow furrowed as he tries to rein in his nerves. I can see the internal struggle in his face, the battle between fear and confidence waged fiercely inside his mind.

"I don't know," he chokes out, his voice a strangled whisper. "This isn't just another game, and… -- well, I've never been the number one. They're all just… all watching. Expecting."

He looks away, his gaze going distant as he speaks, his voice wavering.

I step closer, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. He's tall, but even standing next to him, I can sense the way he's coiled so impossibly tight, holding all the pressure in his body.

"Yes, they're watching." I say, my voice low and sure. "But you've been trained for this. You're one of the most dedicated athletes I've ever seen. You've prepared for this moment. Use it."

His eyes dart to mine, and there's a flash of something like hope in them, before it's washed away by another wave of self-doubt.

Jeremy lets out a bitter laugh, but it's interrupted by a sharp inhale, as if he's trying to hold back something bigger. Maybe tears, maybe a scream, maybe just his emotions bubbling to the surface.

"I have been preparing, and I have trained." He says, his voice cracking a little despite his effort to keep composure. "I don't think it's going to be enough."

His gaze is wide and raw, a mixture of fear and desperation looking back at me.

"Enough is subjective." I say firmly, my grip on his shoulder tightening. "Don't let yourself spiral. You are enough, Jeremy. For this team, for this game, for yourself."

Jeremy sucks in a deep breath, his body shuddering under my touch. It's like I can feel the tension in his muscles, the way he's holding himself together physically but falling apart mentally.

His eyes close for a brief moment, his lashes trembling against his skin. When he opens them again, staring straight ahead, they're still wide in fear, but there's a fire there too.

"You make it sound so simple," he mutters, his voice choked with emotion. "It's not, though. Not when everything's on the line."

I nod, understanding his struggle even if I can't relate directly. The pressure he's under is enormous, more than most people will see in their lives. I can only imagine what it feels like to have the weight of such a thing on your shoulders.

"I know." I say softly, my tone a mix of softness and steel. "But you're not alone. The team believes in you. Brad believes in you. I believe in you. You just have to believe in yourself."

He gazes at me with his mouth half-open and eyebrows slightly raised, as if he is touched by what I said, but he doesn't have a chance to speak before--

"Swayman, get over here NOW!"

Jeremy's gaze snaps towards the voice, the harsh sound of his name being called in that authoritative tone breaking the fragile moment between us. His body stiffens, and the expression of vulnerability on his face vanishes, replaced by a mask of concentration.

I step back, watching as he takes a deep breath and squares his shoulders. He looks every bit the professional now, but I can see the turmoil of emotions just beneath the surface.

He glances back at me for a brief moment, his eyes reflecting a mix of determination and fear, and then he does as said, walking towards Coach Montgomery.

I leave him to his thoughts before making the decision to visit Brad quickly. The game is about to start, and the anticipation is nearly suffocating. I turn to reach the locker room entrance, where the muffled sounds of last-minute strategies and pep talks drift through the door.

Before I can enter, I’m… well, intercepted by Patrice Bergeron, the captain and Brad’s best friend. His usually warm and inviting eyes are shadowed with worry. Tonight could be his last game, and the weight of that knowledge is etched into every line of his face. 

"Hey," he greets me, his voice hushed. "You doing alright?"

"Trying to be," I admit. "How’s Brad?"

"He’s focused," Patrice replies. "But… it’s tough. We all know what’s at stake. Not just the game, but the future. Especially for guys like me and Krejci."

I swallow hard, feeling the lump in my throat. "It’s not going to be the same without you."

He smiles faintly, a bittersweet expression. "That’s life, isn’t it? Constantly changing. Just make sure you’re there for him, no matter what happens."

"I will," I promise, feeling the weight of his words settle over me.

As Patrice heads back into the locker room, I linger for a moment, gathering my thoughts. This is it. The culmination of an incredible, record-breaking season, and the potential end of an era. I take a deep breath and step inside.

As I push open the door to the bustling locker room, my gaze immediately lands on Brad. He sits on a bench in a secluded corner, his head bowed and hands knotted together as if in prayer. His shoulders are tense, his jaw clenched, and my heart sinks at the sight of him in such distress.

I cautiously approach, not wanting to disturb his intense focus. As I come closer, his gaze meets mine and my heart races with conflicting emotions. In his eyes, I see a fierce determination, but also a hint of fear and uncertainty. Yet there's something else, something deeper that I can't quite decipher. My mind is torn between wanting to ease his worry and wanting to understand the turmoil within him.

"Hey," I whisper, kneeling in front of him. "How are you holding up?"

He exhales sharply, reaching out to take my hands in his. "I’m … hanging in there. Lockin' in."

His grip on my hands is firm, almost desperate, and I can feel the slight tremble of his fingers. The weight of the game, the season, and the potential end of an era is bearing down on him, and it’s almost palpable in the air between us.

“You know you’ve got this," I say, my voice steady. "You’ve been incredible all season, Brad. No matter what happens tonight, you’ve given it everything."

His fingers tighten around my hands, a silent thank you. His expression doesn’t change, but there’s a small glimmer in his eyes that wasn’t there before. Despite his usual fiery personality, he looks more vulnerable than I’ve ever seen him, and it’s almost disconcerting.

"I just…" he starts, pausing to collect his thoughts.

It’s… well, rare for Brad to struggle with his words, and the brief moment of hesitation speaks volumes about the intensity of his thoughts. He takes another deep breath, his gaze fixed on our intertwined hands.

 "I just don’t want to let anyone down," he continues, his voice quieter. "The team. The city. Myself. I’ve worked so damn hard to get here."

He lets go of one of my hands, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. I can’t tell if his expression is torn between hope and resignation—

"I don’t want this season to be over," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "It’s been the best damn year of hockey I’ve ever played, and I don’t know what’s going to happen next. Nothing’s certain."

He clenches his jaw, his shoulders tensing. The thought of the future, uncertainty looming, is clearly weighing heavily on him, adding to the already immense pressure.

I squeeze his hand, trying to offer him some comfort, some reassurance. I honestly… don’t know that words aren’t enough to ease the anxiety coursing through him, but I do my best to convey my support and understanding.

"You’ve already done so much this season, Brad. You’ve broken records, led the team to greatness. This season is already a success, no matter what happens tonight."

"It doesn’t feel like enough."

His voice is tight, filled with a mixture of disappointment and determination. The drive to win, to push further, is just a part of who he is. Anything short of victory, no matter how incredible the season, will never be enough for him. "I want the fucking cup."

There’s no need to sugarcoat the truth. Winning the cup is the ultimate goal for every player in the league, and Brad has tasted its sweetness before. The hunger for that feeling, the need to experience it again, fuels his every move.

"I know you do." I sigh softly, rubbing my thumb over his knuckles soothingly. "And you know this team can do it. We all believe in you."

As the door creaks open, I see that there are only three of us in the room: myself, Brad, and now Patrice walking towards us. No one says anything, but when he reaches us, Patrice extends his gloved hand for Brad to take.

Brad looks up at Patrice, his gaze meeting his best friend’s steady one. For a moment, they share a silent exchange, the kind that only comes from years of understanding between brothers.

Brad reaches out and takes Patrice’s hand, holding on like he’d fall if let go. Their bond is evident in the subtle expressions they share, as if silently preparing themselves for the game ahead.

Patrice pulls him to his feet, standing shoulder to shoulder with him. They exchange a brief nod, a silent pact between teammates, friends, and brothers. The years they spent together, the memories they share, it’s all coming to a head on this one night.

Patrice claps him on the shoulder, a gesture of reassurance and support. "It's alright, man."

Brad lets out a deep breath, his expression a mix of determination and nervous energy. He gives Patrice a brief, sharp nod before turning back to me, meeting my gaze with a hint of vulnerability beneath his usual swagger.

I give his hand one last squeeze, wishing I could say more, do more, to ease his tension. "Go out there and play like only you can." I murmur, my voice soft and earnest. "We’re all counting on you."

[healthy444]

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Walking: It's simple, free, and accessible. A brisk walk can burn calories, improve your mood, and be easy on your joints.

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Cycling: Whether on a stationary bike or riding outside, cycling is excellent for weight loss and also builds leg strength.

High-Intensity Interval Training (HIIT): These short bursts of intense exercise followed by rest periods are incredibly effective for burning calories and boosting metabolism.

Swimming: This full-body workout is gentle on the joints and great for building endurance and muscle while burning calories.

Strength Training: Lifting weights or doing body-weight exercises (like push-ups and squats) helps build muscle, which can increase your resting metabolism and help you burn more calories even when you're not working out.

Group Fitness Classes: Activities like Zumba, kickboxing, or spin classes can be fun and motivating, making it easier to stay consistent.

Yoga and Pilates: While these might not burn as many calories as some high-intensity workouts, they help with flexibility, muscle tone, and stress reduction, all of which support weight loss.

Rowing: This is a fantastic full-body workout that targets multiple muscle groups and burns a significant number of calories. Plus, it’s low-impact.

Jumping Rope: It’s not just for kids! Jumping rope is an excellent cardiovascular exercise that can burn a lot of calories in a short amount of time.

Dance Workouts: From hip-hop to ballroom, dancing is a fun way to get your heart rate up and burn calories without it feeling like a chore.

Hiking: If you enjoy the outdoors, hiking is a great way to combine cardio with strength training (especially if you’re tackling hills).

Stair Climbing: Whether you use a stair machine at the gym or take the stairs whenever possible, this exercise targets your legs and glutes and can really get your heart pumping.

Kickboxing: This high-energy workout helps you burn calories while improving your coordination and building muscle.

Elliptical Trainer: This machine provides a low-impact workout that can help you burn calories and improve your cardiovascular health.

Additional Tips for Maximizing Weight Loss with Exercise:

Consistency is Key: Regular exercise is more important than occasional intense workouts. Aim for at least 150 minutes of moderate aerobic activity or 75 minutes of vigorous activity each week, combined with muscle-strengthening activities on two or more days a week.

Mix it Up: Variety can prevent boredom and target different muscle groups. Combine cardio with strength training and flexibility exercises for a well-rounded routine.

Stay Hydrated: Drinking water before, during, and after workouts helps maintain your energy levels and improves performance.

Monitor Your Progress: Keep track of your workouts and progress. This can help you stay motivated and make necessary adjustments to your routine.

Rest and Recovery: Don’t underestimate the power of rest. Your muscles need time to recover, which helps prevent injuries and improve performance over time.

Listen to Your Body: Pay attention to how your body feels during and after workouts. It's important to push yourself, but not to the point of injury or burnout.

By incorporating a variety of these exercises and tips into your routine, you'll be better equipped to lose weight and improve your overall fitness. Remember, the journey to weight loss is a marathon, not a sprint, so find what works best for you and stick with it!

Remember, the best exercise for weight loss is the one you enjoy and can do regularly. Combining different types of workouts can also keep things interesting and work different parts of your body. And don't forget to pair your exercise routine with a healthy diet for the best results!

[flexfactory]

WAGING THE WAR ON AGING: Fitness Over 40

For most of us over 40, the inevitable and unavoidable realities of aging have already begun to make themselves known in a variety of ways. Random aches and pains, the formation of wrinkles here and there, those weird, super-long eyebrow hairs that seemingly sprout out of nowhere, all part of the “I’m Getting Older” starter pack. For many, these changes symbolize the end of an old era as it transitions into a newer, scarier era. An era where the realities of life and one’s own mortality begin to become more prominent thoughts in our everyday lives. An era where it becomes increasingly more evident that every decision we make as it pertains to our health, finances, romantic lives, and family, will inevitably affect our future lives, either in a beneficial or adverse way. Suddenly, the freedom of being able to “throw caution to the wind” no longer has a place in our important decision making. The “Over 40” crowd have a lot of changes to deal with, but it doesn’t have to be a super complicated process.

Though there is nothing wrong with utilizing fitness to achieve a fit and healthy body for the sake of vanity (looking good is one of the many perks of being in great shape), fitness over 40 can be used as a veritable anti-aging tool. With the right balance of healthy exercise and mindful eye on nutrition, one can extend their quality of life and comfortable physical existence well into their later years.

“Am I too old for any positive changes to make a difference? How old is too old?” Legitimate questions, indeed.

The reality, is that the hands of time never stop ticking. After 30, we begin to lose 3% to 8% of our muscle mass per decade (the most inactive people tend to lose more muscle than active folk). Once we reach 60, the rate of muscle loss naturally increases and generally happens at a much faster pace. This is a condition called sarcopenia, the age-related progressive loss of muscle mass and strength. While we can’t stop Father Time in his tracks, exercise is certainly a way of grabbing the old man by the beard and slowing him down significantly. There’s no such thing as TOO old to begin a fitness journey, but because we’ll never be younger again than we are today, it would be advantageous to get started on a path towards a healthy, fit life sooner than later.

No matter our age in earthly years, whether it be 40 or 140, exercise can change overall health and longevity in miraculous ways. Being just a little more active today than you were yesterday and doing that consistently can have a profound effect on the trajectory of your future health.

Let’s take a look at some of the key components to being fit over 40:

STRENGTH TRAINING

Strength training helps counteract the effects of sarcopenia and significantly slows progressive muscle loss associated with the condition. Incorporating weight lifting, resistance band training, and bodyweight exercises can be tremendously beneficial.

CARDIOVASCULAR EXERCISE

Cardiovascular health is crucial for reducing the risk of heart disease, which becomes more prevalent with age. Activities such as brisk walking, jogging, cycling, and swimming can vastly improve heart health and endurance.

FLEXIBILITY AND BALANCE

Flexibility and balance exercises help to prevent injuries and overall health. Yoga, Pilates, and stretching routines are excellent for ensuring we remain flexible and mobile.

CONSISTENCY AND MODERATION

Consistency is the key to any fitness regimen. It’s important to find a routine that fits into your lifestyle and can be maintained long-term. Moderation is also crucial to avoid overtraining and injuries.

Though the notion that you “have to change the way you train when you get older” is often repeated, this is absolutely not the case, you do not have to change the way you train as you age. The principals of resistance training remain exactly the same no matter how old you are. The thing that does change while training in your later years is that you must be more conscientious when mitigating risks while lifting. You can’t get away with overloading the bar and swinging weight around recklessly like you did when you were 20. The risk of injury does increase with age, so proper form and loading is paramount for lifting. That said, your training doesn’t have to be overhauled just because you’ve hit middle age or older.

So, we know that there isn’t an age limit or expiry date on being fit and healthy, and we know some of the main components for utilizing fitness to add health and longevity to your life, but what are some the benefits to getting fit and staying fit after 40?

Let’s go through a few:

IMPROVED PHYSICAL HEALTH

Regular exercise reduces the risk of chronic issues like hypertension, high blood pressure, and diabetes, and reduces the risk of osteoporosis by improving bone density.

MENTAL WELL-BEING

Exercise has been shown to improve mood, enhance cognitive function, and reduce symptoms of depression and anxiety. Staying active can lead to a better quality of life and increased longevity.

ENHANCE MOBILITY AND INDEPENDENCE

Maintaining strength, balance, and flexibility helps older adults stay mobile and independent, reducing the risk of falls and other related injuries.

The list of positive benefits that come from being fit after 40 is obviously much larger than the handful that were listed, and to top it off, the downsides are few. One doesn’t have to LIVE in the gym to be fit and healthy. As little as 150 minutes of moderate exercise per week is enough to make notable changes in your life. For those that are about to say “I just don’t have the time”, that’s only 1.5 hours out of a 168 hour week! Almost anyone can find an hour and a half per week to spare, and for that little amount of time, the reward outweighs the sacrifice by a metric ton.

Everyone deserves a long, comfortable, and happy life, and your loved ones deserve to have you around for as long as possible. We all want to win the war on aging, so It is our responsibility to ensure that, as we get older, we start living life more “strategically”, and there is no better strategy than focusing on your fitness and health.

Lift hard, lift often, eat well, and enjoy life!

[legacygirlingreen]

June 1889 // Farmer Sebastian Sallow x Reader (Part 2)

Warnings: Brief mention of Solomon Sallow being a drunk Asshole, and parental loss

Masterlist for fic here

Word Count: 3,300

And time can't stop me quite like you did

One month. One after, cold, depressing, and exhausting month in Feldcroft. The neighbors she had met were nice enough, she supposed. One of the merchants was always kind enough to offer her and her siblings sweets, feeling sorry for their disrupted childhood. Another man in the town had started teaching her younger brother how to fly a broom, as he loved quidditch The only exception being Mr. Sallow next door. 

One night she had been out in her own yard reading with a small enchanted lantern, a habit her grandmother had secretly endorsed despite her mothers protests. The moon was high and full, the brisk air being combated by the blanket she’d wrapped around herself as she laid on the soft grass. It had to have been close to midnight when the neighbor in question stumbled back up the hill, bottle in hand. As he came around her home she turned a page with a sigh, seeming to startle the drunken man, and he suddenly went into a fit of rage. 

“What in Merlin’s name are you doing outside so late ?! You’ve scared me nearly to death! Reading in the dark no less? I ought to go straight to your Gran-“ he started shouting, waking her mother and grandmother, as well as several of the neighbors as he roared into the night, frightening her. As he had come closer she had backed up, accidentally knocking over the lantern, starting a small fire along the grass at her feet. 

The flames quickly moved up, catching her right foot in the process, and she cried out in pain as her mother rushed outside to see what was wrong. Immediately her mother flew into protective mode, shouting at him to back up as her Gran made it over and doused the flames before she was burned too badly. 

“Go home Solomon.” Her grandmother said sternly as the man threw the glass bottle against the side of their new home, shattering it as she knelt down beside the girl to examine the burn. 

“I pity those children he watches, especially the boy” her gran muttered under her breath as she helped calm the pain with a simple charm. The burn still aches but not nearly as much as it had. 

“I’m sorry I hadn’t told you to steer clear of Sallow… he’s usually fine but sometimes when he’s got a hand on the bottle-“ her Gran started but she stopped the women. 

“I - I was just reading” she said with a wobbly voice, tears continuing to fall from her eyes as her grandmother looked at her softly. 

“I know. That man is just very bitter, for reasons no one will truly understand. Let’s get you inside. We will sort it out tomorrow. I’m sure once Solomon sobers up he will be back over with his head hung low.” The older woman said, as she brushed her hands on her skirt, and she hobbled in the house to get something more effective at healing the burn on her foot. 

That had been the previous night and she went down stairs that morning to her mother’s grim appearance. She tried to push the fear she’d felt at the neighbors outburst from her mind as she hobbled across the kitchen. In her mothers lap sat the youngest of her siblings, munching away on some fresh fruit. 

“How’s your foot looking this morning” her mother asked and she didn’t respond, simply bringing it up to her mothers free knee so she could inspect it. 

“A little better but it still looks quite awful. How about I run to hogsmead and see if the potions shop as anything to help?” Her mother asked and she just shrugged, putting her foot back down as she moved to the kitchen to retrieve an apple before going to the front door. Sliding shoes on, careful with her burn, she left without much of a word. 

Stepping outside, she moved slowly, trying to avoid putting much weight on the foot. As she walked her skirt moved up and exposed the portion of the burn along her ankle to the brisk air. As she made her way around the towns circle, she came to sit at the base of the floo flame. 

Since moving here she’s taken to sitting along its back. The thought she could just toss in some powder and be back in France made her feel less alone. From the backside of the stone she has a view of the ruins atop the hill and privacy from the town. Given feldcroft was populated by few people, rarely was the floo network even used. 

Given her normal spot made her visible to the sallow home she opted to sit in front of the flame, hiding behind the small stone wall in case Solomon was out and about. Grabbing her book she sat there for a while, looking up every now and again to stare at the flame and thought of their home in France…

She ran through the lavender fields, hiding in the massively overgrown flowers. To a normal adult the flowers came up over the waist but to her small childlike frame she could hide easily within the rows. 

“I’m going to get you my little flower fairy!” Her dad shouted playfully as she ran through the fields before dropping down and hiding. 

They often held this routine when he got home from work. He’d chase her and actually would give up until she snuck up on him. 

“I guess my little fairy isn’t here today… I suppose that means I have to eat all her dessert myself…” he said, whistling before she heard his footsteps heading back towards their home. 

Taking that as her opportunity she moved, sliding closer to where she could see him in the fields. Just when she was about to reach out and touch him she felt someone touch her shoulder-

“Sebastian! Don’t startle her” a girls voice called out as she jumped. 

Quickly she realized she had fallen asleep by the floo flame her book still propped up on her knee. 

Brown eyes. That was the first thing she noticed when she looked up. Not far from her own, she saw dark brown eyes, similar to the color of chocolate frogs, staring down at her. 

The boy was kneeling, trying to match her height the best he could, despite still being much larger even while bending down. He still had his warm hand placed on her shoulder from where he’d woken her up. As she looked at him, still startled from being awoken so ungraciously from her dreams of France, she took in every detail of his beautiful face. 

Concern evident in his drawn, dark eyebrows. Round button nose, with nostrils slightly flared. Full lips, slightly parted showing just a hint of straight white teeth. His face was absolutely covered in freckles. It was hard to find an inch of his skin that didn’t seem to be covered in blemishes now that she really got a good look. His dark eyelashes fluttered as he looked to her, seemingly to determine if she was alright. All she could do was examine how his dark curls fell over his brow and down his collar so brilliantly...

Are you alright? 

She hadn't even realized he had spoken until he quirked one of his bushy eyebrows at her. 

She simply nodded, still finding words difficult as she stared at him. It wasn’t until his sister laughed and spoke that she stopped her gawking. 

“I think you’ve rendered the poor girl speechless” the girl spoke with a chuckle as the boy, whom she vaguely recalled being referred to as Sebastian, rolled his eyes at his sister. 

“Cut it out Anne” he said, annoyance in his tone before he turned back to her. “I apologize for my sister. We weren’t exactly expecting to step back into Feldcroft and see a sleeping girl… although I don’t blame you if you’ve been reading Mystical Secrets of the Ancient Magical World , the title is a bit misleading as it is dreadfully boring” he said carefully grabbing her book. 

Before she could speak he offered a hand. For a moment she simply stared at it, analyzing the freckles which spilled down onto the skin along his knuckles. She hasn’t seen many boys close to her age’s hands, but she quickly noted the way his looked much more square than her own. Realizing she was still just looking at him she placed her hand in his, allowing him to pull her up. 

“There we are. Do you live around here or did you wander off?” He asked and she turned towards her grandmother’s home, pointing to it. 

“You must be Mrs Evelyn's granddaughter from France! Your gran always speaks about you and your siblings. She said you love to read. What are your favorite books? Do you attend Beauxbatons? You look a little young, perhaps you haven’t gotten your wand yet… mine is aspen wood. Did you know aspen wands are used by those said to become accomplished duelists? I am actually in a secret dueling club myself at school. I don’t mean to brag but I’m quite good… Are you here for a visit or-“ the boy began to ramble without so much as a breath between his questions and anecdotes. 

She hardly cared, simply looking up at him and smiling bashfully in his face as he rambled. She kept looking at him, stealing glances at his robe, baring a green crest with a snake, along with the 3 piece suit he wore also in a pale green plaid. His sister wore a similar outfit, only difference being a skirt instead of pants and a slightly different collar to the button down shirt. 

“Sebastian you’re going to overwhelm her” the girl, Anne, spoke, pushing her brother out of the way with a smile. 

“I’m Anne and this annoying boy who doesn’t shut up is my brother Sebastian, we live here with our uncle Solomon-“ Anne started but at the mention of Solomon the girl's eyes grew wide with fear. 

Sebastian picked up on the girls immediately fear at the drop of his uncle's name and watched intently as her eyes dropped down to her feet. When he did so, Sebastian realized she had been putting her weight on one foot instead of both. 

“What did my uncle do that frightened you?” He asked sternly, interrupting his sister as the girl looked at him wide eyed. 

“Sebastian I don’t think-“ Anne said but he cut her off once more.

“She looked like she was going to immediately swell up with tears at just the mention of uncle Solomon. Not to mention her foot or leg is injured. So again,” he said turning towards her before continuing, “what did my uncle do that scared you”. She was taken aback by how gently he spoke, eyes laced with concern as she looked from the home back to him awkwardly. 

“I, I was reading late last night, on the lawn of my Gran’s house. He must’ve come back late from the fields I suppose… but when I turned the page I think startled him because he started to yell and shout at me and then…” she said softly, looking down at her feet to avoid eye contact. 

Once again Sebastian bent down while setting her book on the ground, having tracked her eyes looking down at her leg. Gently he pushed aside the edge of her long skirt, seeing the burn going from her leg down into the confines of her shoe.

“The lantern got knocked over by accident -“ she tried to reason as his finger gently reached out to brush against her burned skin before he looked up at her apologetically. He was no stranger to his uncle's violent outbursts but he felt awful knowing such a young girl had to experience one all alone.

Carefully bringing out his wand he muttered a spell she didn’t quite hear and suddenly the pain in her injury stopped. The skin didn’t fully heal externally, remnants remaining visually, but the pain went away fully. He once again brushed a gentle finger over her skin before pushing the bottom of her skirt back down and standing up. 

“I’m sorry you had to experience that. Might I ask where your parents or Gran were when this happened?” He tried to gauge the gravity of the situation, as she shivered, having finally realized how much she enjoyed the way he carefully caressed her skin. 

“My mom and Gran were asleep…” she said as he moved the trunk he had out of the way, gesturing to his sister to head back to their home. At his movement the girl nodded, using her want to levitate both their trunks and start heading back towards the house without a word.

“Why on earth were you out so late on your own?” He asked. From his tone she gathered that the boy had immediately felt a sense of protectiveness over her, most likely due to her age. She realized he was a few years older, but inside she was screaming that she didn’t need to be treated like a child. 

“I- I’ve been going outside to read at night. I can’t stand the way the house sounds at night.” she said as if it explained the odd behavior. 

The boy only sighed, looking at her, trying to make sense of her aversion to sleeping in the house at night. “It takes some getting used to how all these old houses settle in the late night with the cold air and the wind on them. I know it's loud sometimes but-” he started only to be stopped mid sentence by her. 

“This house is too quiet... I miss my Papa’s snoring…” she said quietly as she looked down, a small tear working out of her eye. She brushed it away, holding back the rest as she didn’t want to cry in front of the boy. 

He didn’t say anything as he looked at her. Truth be told he understood the feeling quite well. 

“I miss my father’s snoring as well.” He said quietly, placing a hand on her shoulder again, attempting to explain that he too understood how grief often manifested itself in odd ways. “He used to nearly shake our flat back in London with how loud he was. My first nights here were… also quiet.” Sebastian explained, turning the girl’s body around slightly before slightly pushing her to start walking her back to the home. 

She didn’t say anything. Neither did he. They simply traversed the small walk to her grandmother's home while he kept a comforting hand on her shoulder. 

“Does it… does it go away?” She asked him after a moment. 

“No. It doesn’t. It gets easier but never goes away fully.” He said looking at the young girl. Her accent confounded him. He’d never heard someone speak like her. It must’ve been the hybrid of having a Scottish mother and a French father, because her inflections sounded odd. 

Before long he found himself on the stoop of his neighbors home, hand comfortingly still on the girl's shoulder when he knocked. As he did so, he looked down. The poor thing was shaking like a leaf, for reasons he’d never know. Her shoulders felt so fragile, and bony, much like a little finch. She stood so much smaller than he did, despite not being that much younger. 

Eventually his staring was disrupted when the old woman next door, who had patched up several of his injuries inflicted by Solomon, opened the door seemingly startled to see him alongside the girl. 

“Oh Sebastian I see you’re back home for the summer. Met my granddaughter y/n have we?” She asked with a mischievous grin. 

“I have, although she hadn’t exactly told me her name. It’s nice to meet you y/n” he said looking down into her eyes with a soft expression, loosening his grip on her as he came to stand behind her. 

“Why don’t you get inside dear, you’ve been in the sun a while, you look sunburnt. Go find that aloe plant I keep on the windowsill of your room” her grandmother said, gesturing to the house. 

Taking one last glance at the boy the girl smiled and turned to him with a small curtsy. “Thank you Sebastian” she said, with a grin before ducking under her Gran’s arm and stepping inside. 

When she came inside she lingered on the stairs, catching glimpses of the boy, as well as his hushed whispers with her Gran. 

“I’m sorry about uncle Solomon”

“It’s not your fault dear… you know better than anyone how he is drowned in the bottle”

“Your granddaughter had no reason to be on the receiving end. Poor thing looked like she was going to faint just hearing his name mentioned earlier” she heard him say with a sigh and she caught a brief glimpse of him pushing his hair out of his face. 

“She’s been through a lot lately. Losing her father, having to move to a place she doesn’t know, around people she doesn’t know. I’m sure she just needs time to adjust” her Gran spoke.

“Still. I’ll try and keep the wrath of Solomon off her and her siblings the best I can. Might be best to warn them not to go near the house if at all possible.  Nor leave the little ones out alone just to be on the safe side.” Sebastian said to the older woman, giving her his word and advice. 

“I appreciate it, Sebastian. Now get home before your uncle has a meltdown” she said shooing him from the doorstep before closing the door. 

“I know you’re listening, you can come down now” her Gran said with a smile. 

She simply sulked back down the stairs, realizing she’d been caught eavesdropping. She expected a reprimand for being rude but the older woman surprised her.

“He’s a very handsome lad. Very smart too, you know?” Gran said and she immediately blushed as the woman looked at her. 

“I, I -“ she panicked as her grandmother laughed 

“Dear, that’s the first time I’ve seen you smile since you got here. There’s nothing wrong with harboring an innocent crush on the farm boy next door… Why don’t you help me cook supper tonight? I’m sure a feeble old woman like me could use the help of such a strong girl like you” Her gran asked as she nodded.

Later that evening after she’d helped with dinner, and aided her mother in getting her younger siblings into bed, she returned to the private loft and saw the window open. She recalled leaving it cracked but not fully open. On her desk sat the book she had earlier. Sebastian had taken it out of her hand and set it on the ground, neglecting it in the grass. Strange it was back here on her desk.

When she opened the cover a small note spilled out as a quiet snoring sound filled the air. It wasn’t obnoxiously loud, but it filled the silent room with background noise.

Dearest Neighbor,

Nice to meet you. Remind me to show you my book collection sometime if you get bored. I took the liberty of charming this one to make quiet snores so you can sleep better if you leave it open. I hope it helps. 

Bienvenue en Ecosse, 

Sebastian S 

(Wizard Extraordinaire and Farm Boy next door)

She put the book on the table next to her bed, letting it lull her to sleep. And sleep she did, soundly, and with a smile on her face as she replayed the image of his unruly curls and brown eyes in her mind.

[strengthpillar]

Weight Loss Fast: A Focus on Sustainable Habits

**Losing weight quickly often involves unsustainable methods like extreme diets or excessive exercise.**

* Focus on building sustainable habits for long-term success.

* Prioritize whole foods, lean protein, and plenty of fruits and vegetables.

* Engage in regular physical activity you enjoy, whether it's brisk walking, dancing, or swimming.

**Consistency is key.**

* Small, gradual changes are more effective than drastic measures.

* Consult a healthcare professional or registered dietitian for personalized guidance.

**Disclaimer:** This information is for general knowledge and informational purposes only and does not constitute medical advice.

**Please note: This article focuses on sustainable methods for weight** **loss.**