#daily steps for fitness

[harmeet-saggi]

Steps To A Healthier You: The Surprising Benefits Of Just 8,000 Steps A Week

Is walking the underrated exercise you've been missing out on? Can something as simple as a daily walk really lead to a healthier you? If you're wondering about the benefits of walking every day, its impact on weight loss, and the optimal daily steps for fitness, you're in the right place. In this comprehensive 1500-word guide, we'll uncover the secrets behind walking exercise and why taking just 8,000 steps a week can be a game-changer for your health.

[yogadaily]

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[wildwood-faun]

@thegodwhocums I'm only on night two of my seven nights of Dionysos so far but I've been able to just Sit with this more than I have been with things in quite a long time. Perhaps this is what will bring me back into my groove, perhaps not. I'm feeling relaxed and open minded about it, which is nice.

[femmanine]

yeah he might tell you otherwise tho

[fitgothgirl]

I got a huge water bottle that can hold all my water for a day (85 floz/2.5 L), and suddenly it’s been so easy to get all my water each day... I didn’t realize that needing to refill my other water bottle was such a barrier lol. I’ve been so hydrated for the last three days, and off to a great start today already too! Yesterday I even drank some extra water. 

I also lowered my step goal to 8,000 this week, and have hit that a few times by getting in little walks. I’d always wanted to keep that at 10,000 since that’s the “magic number,” and I’d figure that if I could get 8k then I could get 10k. But that logic hasn’t been workin out for me. 🙃

Yay for making goals more attainable!

[tensleepshrike]

what did you say to them to get them to listen?

It begins with fireworks.

On the first day of June. In a public park. Two hours before sundown.

In the handful of years she's lived here, she's noticed the ostentatious displays of patriotism kicking off earlier and earlier. Usually, she can let it slide. But on their second lap around the trail, a poorly aimed bottle rocket goes whizzing past their faces in a screaming flash of light, missing them by a hair's breadth, and Logan gets all — scary. And cool. And scary.

He scans around, immediately zeroing in on the two culprits and his entire posture changes. Millie watches with a mute delight as he strides over like a grizzly bear and chews them out, poking one hard enough in the chest that he stumbles back and crushes a box of snappers underfoot.

They say, Okay, man, Jesus, and the third lap passes without incident.

On their fourth lap, another rocket — expertly aimed — explodes at their feet. Gravel sprays in all directions. Logan begins to take off again, but this time, Millie puts her hand on his shoulder and insists, let me. So, with a grumble and wave, he lets her.

She's been wordsmithing a few choice threats she's excited to try out, but as she approaches, something Happens. The last thing she remembers is the two sparking their lighter at the end of an unlit fuse while looking up at her. Then, the drone of cicada wings thundering in her ears. The taste of iron coating her mouth. Her vision going snowy. Blackout. Silence.

When she comes to, the men are staggering away, holding one another up by their shirt collars. The side of one's neck is shiny, cerebrospinal fluid dripping from his ears, while the corners of the other's mouth gather pink foam. As Millie bends and reaches to collect the bottle rockets they've left behind, a fat coin of blood splatters against the back of her hand. Her nose gushes from both nostrils.

From somewhere behind her, she hears Logan's footsteps and him asking, What did you say to get them to listen?

Millie wipes her nose with the back of her hand and gives him the fireworks. With a small smile, she offers, "Asked nicely?"

They share a look.

He's not stupid; he knows better than to buy whatever shit she's selling — but what is she supposed to say? That she blacked out and whipped their brains into a meringue for the simple crime of being obnoxious in the park? Please. Logan seems nice. She'd hate to spoil their tentative friendship with the horrors this early on.

"I kinda wanna leave now, though. That whole thing totally killed my vibe. Also, this shirt's going to be fucked if I don't get a tissue soon."

GRUMPY VS. SUNSHINE PROMPTS | Accepting.

[sunshinenextdoor]

Tried to make créme brulée today. Accidentally burnt it too much. This body is a blessing AND a curse.

[sunflowerrboyy]

never have i been more grateful to have noise cancelling headphones bc our dishwasher flooded the kitchen and now we have massive industrial fans and a dehumidifier running and the sound scratches against my brain like nails on a chalkboard

[nimbus-tatze]

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[ronkeslens]

Can You Walk for 30 Days Without Taking a Comparison Picture?

I recently completed a 30-day steps challenge, committing to walk 10,000 steps daily. What made this a true challenge for me was that there were no breaks, so for 30 days straight, I walked. The first question almost everyone asked me was, “Where’s the before and after picture?” But there isn’t one. I didn’t start this challenge with the intention of comparing my ‘before’ and ‘after.’ Although…

[ujusttry]

Ultimate Guide: 10000 Steps a Day to Stay Fit and Healthy

10,000 steps a day can significantly impact your health and fitness. Walking this amount daily not only helps manage weight but also improves cardiovascular health, strengthens bones, and enhances mental well-being. This article explores the numerous benefits of walking 10,000 steps, provides tips on how to reach this goal, and explains how this simple activity can transform your overall…

[lavandamichelle]

Health Journey: Week 4 Update

Hey everyone! I'm thrilled to share my latest update on my health journey. Week 4 has been full of exciting milestones and challenges overcome. Check out my progress and join me in celebrating every step towards a healthier lifestyle!

Hello everyone, it’s Lavanda Michelle checking in for Week 4 of my health journey. Your ongoing support has been a huge boost for me, and I’m thrilled to share the latest updates and milestones from this week’s journey towards better health. Reflecting on My Journey Week 4 has been filled with both challenges and triumphs. Since starting this journey on June 1, 2024, I’m thrilled to share that…

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[emmytolly]

Forget 10,000: Just 4,000 Steps a Day Can Lead to a Longer Life

We’ve all been bombarded with the magic number: 10,000 steps a day for optimal health. It’s a nice round number, but it can feel like an impossible goal for many. What if I told you that you don’t need to reach that lofty target to see significant health benefits? A groundbreaking new study reveals that taking as few as 4,000 steps a day can enhance longevity and reduce the risk of cardiovascular…

[kerres]

Why does every chore have so many steps? 🥲

[sttoru]

Sukuna with clingy concubine 🛐🛐 like hella clingy, always clinging to sukuna, sitting on his lap and just following sukuna like a lost puppy

 𝝑𝑒 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. true form!sukuna x concubine! female reader. fluff. little bit suggestive. size difference. reader is clingy, a bit of an airhead ig. reader gets called ‘girl, brat’.

“y’re annoying me, girl,” sukuna grumbles as he walks to the courtyard. you had magically appeared behind him the moment he stepped out of his room to get some fresh air.

you flash him an apologetic smile “i’m sorry, my lord.” you’re not sorry, sukuna knows, though he doesn’t comment on it. it’s been like this ever since a week or two ago. he cannot recall why you’re suddenly so much more affectionate.

he doesn’t wait on you, however, and takes big strides towards the courtyard. if your little legs can’t keep up, that isn’t his problem. you frown and take on the challenge that’s been thrown your way.

you increase your pace and nearly run after sukuna. you have to lift your kimono a little to make sure you wouldn’t trip over the fabric. it doesn’t seem like you’ll give up any time soon as you follow him with that same content expression on your face.

sukuna can’t believe that a human like you dares to even be in his presence for so long. he didn’t call for you, so why are you adamant on staying with him? he concludes that something must be up, “what’d you want from me?”

there hangs a silence between you two afterwards. sukuna’s slow yet heavy footsteps reverberate through the hallway, followed by your quick and light ones. you pout as you notice that the king of curses isn’t even sparing you a glance, “nothing at all. i just like to be with you.”

you add the latter as an afterthought. you don’t expect sukuna to react to that, so you continue to trail behind him into the courtyard. “tch,” you hear him scoff in annoyance. you’re sure he doesn’t mean any actual harm by that, so you don’t take it personally.

sukuna eventually sits down on the engawa, where the servants have placed the comfy zabuton cushions. there’s always one for you as well—right next to sukuna’s. it’s become a habit for the maids to include you in sukuna’s daily routines since you’re always with him.

you eye your own cushion, though don’t make an effort to actually sit down on it. sukuna stares ahead, not bothered to notice you at the moment. you look down at his lap, recalling just how perfectly you can fit on it.

you don’t waste any more time and plop down on his thick thighs, your back against his chest. sukuna’s brow twitches at the sudden contact. his bottom pair of eyes look down at you whilst the upper ones keep looking at the nature in front of you both.

“get off me,” the king of curses commands through a low tone. he doesn’t push you off, however. that alone should tell you enough; he’s tolerating your behaviour as per usual. or perhaps he secretly likes your proximity.

you shall never discover which of the two it actually is.

“nooooooo,” you exaggerate with a whine. you don’t want to. you wrap both of your arms around one of sukuna’s—clinging onto him like your life depends on it. he simply responds by sighing.

you know sukuna’s able to grab you by the collar and force you to sit down on the cushion beside him, but he doesn’t. your heart flutters every time sukuna shows some tolerance to your clingy behavior. it means that maybe—just maybe—he’s opening up to the idea of being more affectionate with you.

“such a fuckin’ brat,” sukuna simply puts one hand on your waist, the others supporting his weight on the engawa. he grumbles, but there are clear signs of him relaxing with you in his presence.

you chuckle at the realisation and swing your legs in excitement. sukuna unexpectedly bites your ear in response to your increased activity on his lap, “stay still or i’ll kick you off.”

you let out a small whimper as you feel his fangs gently sick into your earlobe. you jolt back and rub the skin with your hand, looking up at sukuna with a playful frown before teasing him back. you roll your eyes and answer him with a firm yet mocking, “sir yes, sir!”

sukuna clicks his tongue at your tease. you answer him like he’s some general in the military. that’s not the kind of relationship he has with you—it’s more than that. even though he knows you’re joking, he dislikes it when you call him anything other than ‘my lord’, ‘my king’, or just his name.

he finds great satisfaction in the way you refer to him as such. you’re the only one who can make sukuna grin each time you remind him of his status and the power he has over you.

the power dynamic; it’s addictive.

he needs more of it.

sukuna reaches out to grab your face with one hand, but you’re quick to pull your head back the moment you see that intimidatingly big hand coming down onto your vision. you clear your throat and apologise, “i mean—yes, my lord.”

the king of curses hums in content. that title is exactly what he had been looking for. he retracts his hand and settles it back down on your waist, patting your sides twice to show his satisfaction with your obedience.

you stop squirming around in his lap and simply lay back down in his arms. you close your eyes and nearly fall asleep because of the comfortable atmosphere. the slight breeze against your face is relaxing and perfectly compliments the warmth from sukuna’s body.

what a perfect way to spend your day.