Oh, the Internet! So much information, so much connection, so much innovation – and so many opportunities for people to be assholes. Leave it up to certain human beings to transform an incredible opportunity for dialogue, idea exchange, and social improvement into another place to whine, complain, and – most of all – have an opinion.
Canadian summer feels like a weekend: in one moment it’s here – bam! – and in the next it’s over. We’re now well into August, the Sunday of summer, with the threat of September (aka Monday) looming with every passing hour.
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We have the tendency to think of working out and heading to the gym as a competitive “exercise” in vanity, one where we’re constantly “fighting” with our bodies to look a certain way. The issue of whether to go to the gym, or not go to the gym, becomes polarized in our imagination: either I exercise, or I don’t.
While our initial drive to start exercising might be for aesthetic reasons – to lose weight and build sexy muscles – other things start to happen as a result. You start to experience your body in a new way. You become more aware of your body and how it works. You learn that your body isn’t something you need to fight with; your body is an amazing machine designed by nature to be strong, confident, and functional.
Of all the problematic mindsets I’ve identified in myself and focused energy on managing, victim mentality was – and continues to be – by far one of the trickiest. What was particularly tricky for me, and what trips many others up as well, is that we tend to associate victim mentality with people who are whiny, dour, and filled with self-pity they feel duty-bound to share with those around them.
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Let’s face facts: When die-hard meat-eaters imagine vegan or vegetarian food, they tend to imagine food that is bland, flavourless, and unsatisfying. To some of us, the idea that a “proper” meal contains anything other than a hunk of meat, a side of vegetables, and a lump of starch is a foreign concept – one that angry, smelly, vegan-nazi hippies pretend to be able to understand.