Name: Sohee Lee
Bio: I am a fitness buff with a Stanford B.A. in Human Biology – Psychosocial and Biological Determinants of Health. I’m also an NSCA-certified personal trainer and a nationally qualified NPC bikini competitor. I've written on Bodybuilding.com, Greatist, and other awesome publications sharing tips on fitness, psychology, and motivation.
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RECIPE FOR DISASTER
“The key in this recipe is the melted willpower – make sure it’s completely dissolved before you forge ahead! The taste of overenthusiasm can be a little overwhelming at times, but that’s what makes this so special. I love to pull this recipe out when we have many friends and family over; it’s one that everyone seems to like!” – Jane Doe
Makes 4 servings
Prep time: A fortnight
Cook time: 60-90 minutes
1tbsp zest of overenthusiasm
1oz active dry anxiety
2 cups cravings, all purpose
1/2 cup lack of preparedness, semi-sweet
dash of hopes
dash of dreams, to taste
I know I’m not alone when I say that there have been many times when I’ve sat down, shaken my head, and wished my dieting day had gone better. That’s not to say I’m dieting 365 out of the year; in fact, the majority of the time, I’m either maintaining my weight and focusing on performance goals temporarily or I’m intentionally putting on some muscle mass. But I’m human. I certainly don’t condone using that as an excuse for folks to slack off and give half-assed effort in their endeavors. Try as we might, however, it’s neither realistic nor healthy to expect to be perfect 100% of the time.
“Go hard or go home” is not really a philosophy I live by anymore. I think the absolute-or-nothing mentality has a tendency to set people up for failure. Instead, I maintain high standards but allow plenty of space for flexibility in my life.
I’ll admit it: I’ve become a walking talking billboard for the Fitness and Sports Network FMI (Fitness Model International) conference that takes place twice a year. Don’t let the name of the business fool you; the conference is not for folks looking to get glammed up in front of a camera and take pretty pictures and show off to their friends. The FMI is intended for aspiring fitness professionals looking to run a successful fitness business. That was (and still is) me, spot on.
Though I’ve only attended two thus far (the next one will be in Vegas in April 2013, folks!), I’ve seen significant improvement in the quality of content offered and knowledge gems handed to the individuals who have trekked from all over the nation to connect with the industry’s top fitness business know-hows. This year, I was much more meticulous about jotting down notes and highlighting memorable passages from keynote speakers. Below I share with you the top 5 most valuable lessons I learned at the FMI.
Hey everyone! It’s getting frisky out here in Connecticut. I think we’re supposed to have a snowstorm tomorrow – and I don’t remember the last time this California native has had to go through anything worse than high-40s weather – so I am bracing myself for it. I can’t believe how quickly this whole year has gone by… and November is already slipping through my hands as I type.
Here are some thoughts and some happenings from the month of October. Enjoy
**WARNING: The following content contains graphic descriptions of eating disorders. My writing is in no way intended to harm or offend any individuals. Please proceed at your own risk.
Today, I ate a chocolate chip cookie and the world did not end.
It was fluffy, moist, and chewy with just the right number of chocolate chips in there. Granted, if Grandma had made it – or perhaps if they had pulled fresh out of the oven mere minutes prior – my taste buds would have danced a little more. But the cookie had God knows how many calories and it was chock full of fat and carbs and maybe two grams of protein, if that. I couldn’t care less, though. I took a bite, smiled so big everyone could see my chocolate-laden teeth, and then I took another, and then another, and another until that whole cookie made its way into my belly. Then I dusted the crumbs off my laps, stood up calmly, and went on living my life.
I ate a big ass cookie and I lived to tell the tale.
It’s been a relatively quiet month on my blog here. As you know, I’ve only just begin my new job here as a strength coach at Tyler English Fitness. We’ve got some unusual hours that I’m still trying to get used to and I’ve been spending all my free time still trying to put together my furniture and get settled into my new home in the little town of Avon. There have been a lot of changes taking places even within the past few weeks at TEF, and I’ve been running to keep up (surprisingly yes, sometimes even literally).
I’m excited for everything to unfold in the upcoming months. This will mean a whole lot of work for me with only a sprinkling of sleep, but it will be well worth it. I apologize in advance if I’m a little slower than usual with my writing on here, but I’ve made the decision to hit the brakes for a bit to really solidify my foundation of knowledge. When I’m not coaching or training, I’ll be spending my time hittin’ the books so I can come back full force more powerful, more ready, and better equipped to knock your boots right off. Hell yes.
In the meantime, I’ll still be keeping up with social media – so I won’t fall off the face of the e-Fitness Planet by any means. I absolutely refuse to publish any kind of writing that’s not up to par in my eyes, so you can still expect any words I’m spitting out to be just as good as before. You can still reach me at firstname.lastname@example.org and I’ll do my best to get back to you soon.
Will I still be lifting heavy ass shit and throwing back cow like it’s my job? Yes, I will. Still Tweeting up the wazoo? You bet. I’m not going anywhere – that much I can promise you.
***Disclaimer: I understand that there are many interpretations and definitions of fitness. In this article, I am using the term “fitness” to refer specifically to the behaviors and practices associated with aesthetics (muscle mass, low bodyfat).
You’re thrilled. You’re excited – ecstatic, even. After months of grueling work, you finally fit into your skinny jeans. You can look down and actually see your toes. You ran your first half marathon! You’ve been diligent about getting plenty of rest, keeping junk food to a minimum, and working out several times a week. You feel light on your feet and your coworkers can’t stop commenting on how great you look nowadays. You’re beaming with pride and you’re practically walking on clouds now that you’ve reached your goal.
So you go out and celebrate with a martini. Then two. You order a giant platter of cheesy nachos as an appetizer, followed by a plate of taquitos. After that, you make a beeline for the nearest frozen yogurt shop and go to town on the sugary toppings. You fall into a drunken stupor and pass out on your bed with sauce stains dribbling down your shirt.
Ahh, so what? you say. That’s one night of celebration. No harm, no foul. Except… you wake up the next morning and you find yourself reaching for the pastries before your mind can figure out what you’re doing. Bummer. The day is shot; might as well go all out the rest of the day, right?
Soon enough, your gym membership is gathering dust and your jeans become progressively tighter (again!) by the day. You’re upset, but you’re also in denial. You’ve worked way too hard to get in shape – how could anything possibly move you away from that sweet spot?
These are my confessions.
I’m going to have to ask Usher to share the podium for a few minutes here. I know many of us fitness folks like to act like we have perfect diets – we always eat “clean” (or what have you), we get in our daily gallon of water, and we hardly ever have slip ups. I wouldn’t be surprised if I gave many of you readers the same impression about myself. I want you to all to be aware, however, that despite having a solid dietary foundation, I still have my quirks.
And I’m here to lay them out for you.
Happy September, everyone. Summer is reaching its end and the kids are heading back to school. This transitional period applies not only to them but myself as well. I’ve had to make the move from waking up at a leisurely 9a.m. to duct taping my eyelids open at 4a.m. to get to work at my new job. (On a side note, can I just say how pumped I am that I don’t have to deal with school anymore?) I’ve been busy taking care of life logistics the past few weeks, which explains my dearth of articles as of late. Hope you can excuse that for now. I’ve got a whole list of topics lined up for the upcoming months, however… so be on the lookout for that!
Here’s a hodgepodge of happenings and thoughts from the month of August.
There’s something I’ve struggled with over the past two months out here in the Boston area, and I’m only just now beginning to figure out an effective solution. Here’s the thing: I work at work, then I come home and I try to work. So I work before I work, but then my later work doesn’t really happen. What I ended up doing recently is moving my later work to my before work so that work actually gets done, and then I can go into work and work all day and be fine.
Are you following me? No? Okay, let me try again.
My full-time internship as a strength coach at Cressey Performance sucks the energy out of me. Depending on whether or not I’m training myself that day, I’m constantly on my feet on the training room floor between 7 to 9 hours a day. Add to that the mental exhaustion of making an effort to be friendly to everyone while simultaneously keeping an eye on all the clients that come through to make sure they’re not butchering their form – and I’m pooped. Most nights, I’ve come home and all I’ve want to do is hide in my room for the rest of the evening. As a natural introvert, being constantly surrounded by people all day as part of my job is really a challenge, and it takes a serious toll on me. But I have to keep in mind that I’m not only a strength coach – I’ve also got my Sohee Lee Fitness responsibilities. That includes writing, answering emails, taking care of online clients, and staying on top of social media (my Twitter handle is strong). Every night that I’ve pushed back an article deadline for myself, however, I’ve been racked with guilt. I’ve felt that I haven’t been living up to my expectations and that I’ve simply been lazy. I’ve that I’ve been losing steam in the motivation department and my want has been slowly fading away.