I squatted for most of my adult life. I'm not condoning squatting; it was just the only way I could do what I wanted to do. I didn't have, you know, a trust fund or parents that could help out.

I've been doing a lot of deadlifting and squatting for overall strength.

The squat is ideal for building strength in the glutes, perhaps the most powerful collection of muscles in our bodies.

The true measure of strength is through a squat and deadlift.

Just staying consistent and doing something every day, whether it's walking, jogging, squats, weights at home or going to the gym. I feel like a little bit of something every day is very helpful.

I wonder if there's space to queer the nomenclature in fitness. Maybe we call a goblet squat a Dannii Minogue instead? Just an idea.

My fitness approach and philosophy are based on day-to-day functionalities. These functions are bending, lifting, lunging, pulling, pushing and squatting.

A lot of fitness is about contractions - you're doing squats, or you're on a bike and your knees are bending but never stretching all the way, so your muscles get strengthened but look short and thick.

If there hadn't been women we'd still be squatting in a cave eating raw meat, because we made civilization in order to impress our girlfriends.

I'm early to practice because I drive with Coach, who, like every soccer season, transforms into this thing where she's no longer my mother. She's harder, with a look in her eyes I don't dare cross, a look that says LUNGES, SQUATS, AND SPRINTS UNTIL YOU DIE! It's like having the Incredible Hulk for a mom.

And before you barrel through some idiotic Cosmo girl list of how-well-do-you-know-your-man questions, let me say that I don't know squat about him except that he kisses like a God and screws like a devil.

For the first twenty years of my life, I rocked myself to sleep. It was a harmless enough hobby, but eventually, I had to give it up. Throughout the next twenty-two years I lay still and discovered that after a few minutes I could drop off with no problem. Follow seven beers with a couple of scotches and a thimble of good marijuana, and it's funny how sleep just sort of comes on its own. Often I never even made it to the bed. I'd squat down to pet the cat and wake up on the floor eight hours later, having lost a perfectly good excuse to change my clothes. I'm now told that this is not called "going to sleep" but rather "passing out," a phrase that carries a distinct hint of judgment.

People took such awful chances with chemicals and their bodies because they wanted the quality of their lives to improve. They lived in ugly places where there were only ugly things to do. They didn't own doodley-squat, so they couldn't improve their surroundings. so they did their best to make their insides beautiful instead.

My mom passed away at 41 from diabetes. And I'm 42 thank you. I didn't want to do that to my son. So any time I was at the gym that thing that helped me do that last squat was my son calling some other woman mommy. And that would just give me that extra oomph to do that last squat. I want to be around for him.

When I was younger my coach Liang Chow made all the decisions. I would go to the gym for practice do exactly what Chow told me to do go home come back and start all over again. If Chow told me to do 50 squat jumps I did 50 squat jumps.

If there hadn't been women we'd still be squatting in a cave eating raw meat because we made civilization in order to impress our girlfriends.

Giving birth was the most amazing thing I've ever done. I'd been living in a Third World country and I said 'I'm going to just squat behind a tree.' I basically did that but in a chair in my living room. I didn't want a sterile hospital room. I didn't want doctors. I had a midwife.