The “breathe” in EatDrinkBreatheSweat

It’s been awhile since – if ever – that I’ve really delved into the “breathe” in EatDrinkBreatheSweat.

I figure the “eat,” “drink,” and “sweat” portions of my blog’s name are pretty self-explanatory by now, but the “breathe”? Well, that can totally be left up to interpretation.

When I started my blog, the “breathe” in EatDrinkBreatheSweat, signified living life to the fullest, enjoying (or “breathing”) in every single moment of the day, for better or worse.

And today, almost two years later, it still very much stands for that. 

But it also stands for so much more…something that dawned on me during barre n9ne tonight (a killer double session – barre fusion followed by arms & abs express, holy obliques!).

So without further ado, what “breathe” means to me…

…breathing through a session at the barre, exhaling through the slight down, down, down of my thighs and glutes held in plie at the barre. 

…breathing in the aroma of pine needles, lake air, ocean air, early AM air, during my morning run, listening to Scott trodding along by my side. 

…breathing through those final moments of a run. When focus truly comes into play. When I’m kicking out that final half mile, chasing Scott down the street. Legs kicking out behind me. 

…breathing in the smell of Scott’s t-shirts when I take them out of the dryer. They smell like him. Like comfort. Like love. It always catches me by surprise when I catch a whiff while during chores. 

…breathing, er, catching my breath, after giggling away while showing a coworker the cutest video clip of my niece walking (yes, she’s walking!!) that my sis sent to me yesterday. 

…breathing in the scent of a delicious dinner waiting for me after barre n9ne on Tuesday night. The kitchen smelled like lemon, thyme and basil. A few of the herbs baked into the chicken Scott made us for dinner. Made just for me. What a guy. <3

…breathing. In. Out. Inhale. Exhale. Living. 

That, my friends, is how I define “breathe.” It’s life. It’s living. It’s loving. It’s the world around us. Waiting for us to discover it. Those neat little nuances that make my life “mine” and your life “yours.”

Now…I wonder, is that how you envision my definition of the “breathe” in EatDrinkBreatheSweat?

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28 thoughts on “The “breathe” in EatDrinkBreatheSweat

  1. *breathe*

    I love this! and it is so timely. I’ve been focusing on breathing lately – because I’m Not Good At It!

    what breathe means to me, mostly, is to be present. to be aware. to relax into each situation, breathe through every action.

    that’s what I’m not always good at, breathing through… but the more I am present and focus, the faster I catch myself and correct. and breathe!

    *exhale* :)

    • YES. I should have added the presence piece to this post – that is a HUGE piece of the “breathe” aspect of my blog and how I approach (or try to approach) life. Breathe girl, breathe!

  2. Great post! Thank you for the reminder to breathe.

    The awareness of my breathe was the element that truly transformed my relationships, my own exercise, my food. It was the reminder to pause, breathe, take on life and all is well. So many times we are running around holding our breathe thinking this will make it go by faster, while the reality if I stop and breathe in my body automatically relaxes a bit more.

    • absolutely – the simple act of breathing, inhale, exhale, in, out, can have such a calming, relaxing effect. I think we all take breathing for granted because well, our bodies do it all on their own. But if we consciously recognize our breath and use it as a tool, it can be totally transformative.

  3. I love this post, Jess…it speaks to me in a lot of ways, especially recently. I have my fourth yoga class tonight, and last class we discussed breath. What I never noticed before was that I was already breathing the way I needed to breathe during yoga…and here I was just breathing this way to stay focused. :) But, you also got me with the smell of Scott’s t-shirts. It was just the other day I said the same thing about Herrick’s tees. And his skin. I told him, “If I went blind one day and had to pick you out of a group of men just by smell, I could do it by the smell of your skin.” Might sound creepy, but I can’t help it. (And I love his deodorant. I don’t mind that my face only reaches his arm pit. LOL) And one last way I related to this post? My life has taken a turn for the better…even when I’m not treating my body perfectly, I’ve really taken a liking to the “just breathe” aspect of living life.

    • Aw, I love your comments, they always hit me *right there* (touches heart). Funny that you said the same thing to Herrick the other day…it truly is a mix of Scott’s skin, his deoderant, shampoo and cologne that gets me. It’s like smelling “home” – so comforting, safe and loving, that scent. Nothing compares.

      LOVE the “just breathe” concept – because it can be applied to SO many areas of our lives, not just fitness and health related, but in any situation, stopping to just breathe can make all the difference, truly.

    • I was TOTALLY thinking of you and your mission statement blog post recently after I drafted this – you’re right, it kind of is! Maybe I should write a full blog mission statement soon, huh? Hmmmm!

  4. I love this post and the concept of “breathing” in all of the amazing things in life – love, people, experiences, our surroundings. It’s a great reminder! It’s amazing how something so simple – breath – can have such a huge impact on life. It gives us life, gives us the ability to appreciate everything around us, and also (at least I’m speaking for myself) gives a sense of calm.

    • Couldn’t agree more – a simple thought (breathing) but yes, it symbolizes so much more and can enact such change with just a simple inhale and an exhale. If only everything in life were that simple, huh?

  5. Awwww. I love this. Especially the part about Scott’s shirts. I hate doing laundry, but I love folding my husband’s clothes. Aaaah.

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