Sentences with phrase «at the waist until»

Kelbe took his mark with the control of a yogi, bending at the waist until his fingertips were aligned with his toes, his fingers spread slightly and flexed, his eyes bent uncompetitively, almost obsequiously, downward.

Bend over at the waist until you are either parallel to the floor or at a 45 degree inclination to it.

Bend over at the waist until torso parallel to floor or at 45 degree angle, abs in and knees slightly bent.

With feet about hip - distance apart and hands a bit wider than shoulders on the bar, bend forward at the waist until you're at about a 45 - degree angle.

While keeping your back as straight as possible, bend yourself at your waist until your body makes a 45 - degree angle.

Bend over at the waist until the torso is parallel to floor or at 45 degree angle, abs in and knees slightly bent.

Now, gently lift the body at the waist until the chin touches the chest and the thighs are parallel to the floor.

Taking a dumbbell in one hand, bend over at the waist until your upper body is parallel with the floor.

Engaging your core and pulling your shoulders back, bend forward at the waist until your torso is parallel to the ground (b).

With the balancing leg slightly bent and a flat back, bend forward at your waist until the dumbbell or kettlebell is just above floor (like this).

Not exact matches

Care Instructions: Knock solids in toilet, snap up at waist, and store in a dry pail or wet bag until ready to launder.

While continuing to support your baby s weight with your arms high on your chest, pull the tail (at the label or below) until your baby is riding at your waist or higher.

Bend your knees just a little bit and your waist until you reach at least a 45 degree incline.

While holding a barbell with a pronated or supinated grip, slightly bend your knees and bring your torso forward by bending at the waist but keep the back straight until it's almost parallel to the floor.

Begin with one plate, and slowly build up until you are able to dip with three plates hanging at your waist.

Bend forward at the waist while keeping your back straight and lower the dumbbells to over the top of your feet until you feel a stretch on the hamstrings.

Slowly move the plate up over one shoulder with arms fully extended, then lower it diagonally until it's outside the opposite knee, bending and twisting at the waist but keeping the back straight.

Lift right leg straight up behind you while hinging at waist to lower chest until parallel to floor.

Keep a slight bend in your knees, and then bend forwards from the hips until you are about 90 degrees at the waist.

Then a dip... until your poor cells become officially numb to insulin, and now you're facing chronically spiking blood sugar, a fat storage problem (mostly layered at the waist), and a very real addiction to sugar.

Lying supine, arms extended to the sides on the floor, legs bent at the knee with lower legs resting on the ball, participants slowly twisted at the waist to the right until the knees touched the floor and then returned to the starting position.

I'm plus sized as well, but always carried the most weight in my hips and thighs, not waist, so I was able to just go up 1 - 3 regular sizes in regular pants from the stores that I liked, sometimes using the elastic hairband trick on my pants at the end of a bloated day until 6 months.

To this, I cut a front and back rectangle, and pleated it into the waist circumference (no real math at play, just pleating and fiddling until it fit!)

So I'm left with a huge gap at the waist and then the jeans slllliiiidddeee down until muffin top appears.

Until recently, I feared three things: Shift dresses, denim jackets worn at the waist (and how chunky they make you look) and being in a lake filled with amebas.

I'd never tried high waisted jeans (I was firmly in the camp of NO) until they did a pop - up shop at my local Nordstrom and I kinda fell into semi-love with them.

I felt OK with the date until I arrived at the bar, where I discovered he had used a photograph from at least 10 years earlier, when he had hair and his trousers had a waist size rather than a chest size.

► A woman carries a rifle down to a road on her farm where she sees a man wearing a biohazard - radiation suit and he shouts and cries for joy when he finds clean air; the woman follows the man to a pond beneath a waterfall and watches him, as he stands in it, bare from the waist up until he falls down, ill and jabbering nonsensically until she points a rifle at him, lowers it and he points a handgun at her and fires, missing her; the woman tells the man to get out of the radiation - contaminated water and he startles, climbs out and scans himself with a Geiger counter that clicks loud and fast as he spits water toward the camera followed by watery yellowish vomit and she helps him to his handcart on the road, where she administers an anti-radiation injection (please see the Substance Use category for more details).

Then one puts on the kimono, adjusting it by placing the left side over the right side, tying it tightly at the waist, and hiking it up until it is the correct length.

I normally hate first person driving, but the perspective of being in a small rickety buggy while running from Volatiles at night effectively gets the heart pumping in that special Dying Light way... until you're stopped dead by a waist high stone wall that you couldn't see through the forest or tall grass.