I now understand why pregnant ladies freak out when random strangers try to rub their bellies. Adam told me this day would come, comments on how I look and the like. But I didn't expect people to help themsleves to handfulls of me. I'd like to put it on the record, " You can touch me when I say you can. Not a moment before." I can't believe how many hands have slid down my arms and legs in the last two weeks, not to mention a couple of savage pokes to the belly just to check if my abs were tight! I'm a massage therapist so I'm down with being tactile, but I'm the one doing the touching and I'd like to think I make it very clear that it's a one way street. So that's my little rant done now.....but you have been warned~ DON'T TOUCH MY STUFF! On the otherhand~ I have had some mad conversations with a lot of the people I work with. Last week I had massive days working with the Canturbury Crusaders and the New South Wales State of Origin teams. The kiwi lads were facinated by what I was doing. Because it really is a science of diet and training techniques to achieve a very specific result. I had to giggle though when one of the lads suggested in all seriousness that I try Zumba classes to bring a "gracefullness to your hips". Hhhhhmn. Yeah~ nah.
Last week I went to my sculpting guru, Kylie Bruno at HPC to see what she thought of my progress. I'm not gonna lie~ the first time I stood next to this living godess in my bikini....under fluro lights, was somewhat of a traumatic experience for me. She was very kind in her comments, but the whole time I was wanting to die! After that first viewing I started my carb cycle diet and training splits every day with the programme Adam gave me. I stuck to that bloody diet like glue and smashed myself in every weight session. I actively avoided looking at myself in the mirror though so three weeks later I was pretty nervous to be back in front of the mirror in my bikini again.
Happy days! I'm on track! Even though this is not a numbers game (well it kind of is if you take your actual body fat percentage into account)~ your weight isn't the be all and end all, how you look is. After my last Bioscan though, I've lost another kilo and come in now at 58kgs. Kylie thinks my stage weight should be 55kg (including loss of water weight). Otherwise I may start to burn muscle. So yaya! I'm pretty stoked with that. It's given me the boost I needed to keep motivated. I also discovered I have a hernia. Quite disconcerting as I only know it's there now because I've lost some abdominal fat! What else lies beneath???
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All in all, it's been a pretty rad week. I had my first sober clubbing experience. It wasn't as painful as I thought it was going to be although I did get accused of being a Cheerleader by the drunkest guy in the room and had to gently explain to another that my calves are a result of freaky genetics~ and no he couldn't come to the gym with me in the morning. Knocking back San Pelegrino's finest with a slice of lime and feeding off everyone elses' vibe wasn't so bad! Sitting at the bar sipping black coffee while the girls were downing champagne was a bit different, but I'm lucky I have awesome friends who support what I'm doing. Early on I had a horrendous experience where I almost felt bullied to have a drink and I totally understand now why my sister became almost reclusive in her competition preparation. I'm far too social an animal to stop going out, but I've realised that this is also probably the most selfish thing I've ever allowed myself to do. NOTHING takes preceedence over my training and eating schedual. And if people can't understand that I can still be a vision of awesomeness whilst sober, then I simply stop making time for them. My whole life I have attempted to make everyone elses' path the smoothest and not make waves. But not this time. At the end of the day, I'll be the one on that stage holding a huge freaking trophy.... ; )
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