12 WEEKS OUT~ THE UGLY TRUTH.

I really don't want to write this this week, but if it IS going to be an account of how I've been going with my prep, then I'd best be completely truthful, warts and all. Let's just say that I feel like an epic failure. I don't know why, but last week all preparation went out the window. I made the mistake of cooking off about 2.5kgs of chicken and even though I changed up all the vegies, it was enough to create a ground hog day effect and kinda made me loose interest in eating all together. The result has been disasterous.
To begin with, I missed a couple of meals on a few of the days. I was saying to Adam that I'm not gazing with longing at things I think other people would crave, like bread or chocolate..... I miss nuts and fruit!!! He said a small handful of almonds in the afternoon if I was flagging was totally ok and he sounded suprised I wasn't doing that already. I'm extremely literal~ if it's not on the list, I don't eat it! So after an uber long day in which I had missed a meal somewhere along the way, I was up at my mum's and literally ran to the pantry to cram a handful of nuts into my mouth. Just in time for my sister to walk around the corner and bust me. (Why the hell do I feel so guilty for eating some frigging nuts!...because they aren't on my list!) The guilt is ridiculous.
My second melt down was due to my lack of headspace last week. It takes me FOREVER to leave the house now. I've never owned so much tuppawear. Doing the 20 point check list : meals 2~4,  protein shake, BCAA, Define8, work clothes, soap/toothbrush/ moisturiser, towels, work towels & sarongs, sunglasses. Keys. Standing in my living room after checking aaaaallllll of these things are present, "Aaaaaruuugh!! Where the FUCK are my keys?". After retracing my steps to the fridge, yuh~ there they are. On top of meal 5. Sigh.
Training at least went really well. Killer leg  and shoulder sessions and a very funny cardio session with Adam ("Put your headphones in, I can't talk anymore" strike one for the stairmaster!). I had my now usual 12 hour sleep on friday night and woke up feeling amazing on saturday. And that is where the fairytale ends. I went to a cocktail party and watched as my oldest group of friends got smashed on Cosmo's and had a really great time. I answered a call and wound up dancing the night away at Shooters until 3am, still completely sober and having a rad time. Then, for reasons known only to my left side brain, as we were trawling home through the Mall I said, " Let's get pizza!!!!" MY IDEA. Why? I wasn't pissed. I'd drunk that much water my eyeballs were bobbing in my head. But I was in Surfers and my whole life, a trip to the strip meant a wad of greasy barbeque chicken to hammer down the 1000 drinks I'd just necked.
I woke on Sunday hoping it was a bad dream, and then proceeded to continue my good work of destroying my diet by meeting a friend for breakfast. I could have had coffee, but instead went for a fresh fruit platter. Ohhhh how evil of me I hear you sneer. After 5 weeks of no fruit, how do you think my tummy reacted to all of that fructose? To make it worse, I THEN went to Adams' engagement party and yammered on about how strict I'd been with myself blah blah......it gets worse....
I THEN went to The Magic Apple and got a protein pattie wrap with EVERYTHING including Gado Gado sauce (picture Homer salivating over donuts)....and a piece of vegan chocolate cake. It actually hurt to eat the cake but I was in it for everything now, so I took it to the limit.
Needless to say I woke up this morning feeling DISGUSTING. But don't worry, all of my efforts were rewarded with a 2kg weight gain. Tomorrow I'm going to meet the woman who will create my costume for me to wear on stage and who is a serious competitor in her own right. Wednesday morning I get to spend a whole hour with Kylie working on my posing in a bikini and high heels. Yay! YES~ that's SARCASM.
Lesson for this week is kids: remember the 5 P's
PRIOR PREPARATION PREVENTS PISS POOR PERFORMANCE.

Can't it just be thursday already?