And so the visionary begins. I'm sure everyone at the gym thinks I'm just that chick who really digs her own music because I spend a lot of time double fist pumping when I'm on the stationary bike, but really that's me practicing my acceptance speech for when I win.....yussssss!
Last week marked the start of fat burners. Lipolyze....where HAVE you been all my life. It's not essentially that I think it's been a great fat burner, more a saviour of my mind. It is an AWESOME appetite suppressant. I realise that doesn't seem to be a normal thing to say~ but what I'm doing is not normal. I have to eat every three hours and sometimes my work schedual doesn't factor to that. My metabolism is so well trained now that I feel a minute beyond the magic three hours induces gut wrenching nausea. Last week it felt so good to be able to reach that mark, eat and be satisfied, and get on with my day. I had a new edge of serenity, and if that's all the magic pills give me, I don't mind. The rest I can do for myself.
Last week I embarked on a mission to make my cardio more fun. Walking on the stairmaster for 45mins has moved from being a torturous challenge to murder on my knee. So with the help of Marcus Burgess (Heart Start Fitness) and my sissi, I filmed a 30min High Intensity Muay Thai session. Thank you so much for all the comments you guys made on Facebook about it~ I laughed so much at some of your comments! The support I'm getting from my friends has been phenomenal and I'd really like you all to know how much it can make a difference to my day. Man I miss hitting the pads! I'm gutted it hurts my hands so much for days after~ it just makes working too uncomfortable unfortunately.
In posing this week I finally perfected my 'relaxed' pose. It's pretty amazing watching how from week to week there are tiny little changes that mean I have to tilt my bum here now, drop an elbow there. I felt a total lightness of being this week. I've suddenly become more aware of the space around my body. Sometimes I feel like I could float away on the breeze, evaporate into the ether.... Of course that never happens when I'm driving. I've been told I morph into a different (slightly more angry) creature when I'm behind the wheel and it seems to be getting worse. Lucky I'm alone in my car most of the time because I don't think even the hardest sailor would like to hear what I have to say to most of my co~drivers. I've found playing the dulcet tones of Renee Geyer and Missy Higgins really helps tame the urge to grab a tyre iron and beat the living shit out of other peoples' bonnets at the lights. Other than that, I am a vision of tranquility.
I also started incorporating 100reps of back extensions to each workout to help taper in my lower back. Can I just say (the previous paragraph not withstanding), it takes a lot to get my back up but if those hackles rise......My gym is home to so many different walks of life and I'm not gonna lie~ there are quite a few knuckle draggers amoungst them. I don't know who said it (but someone did) "Manners don't cost". Do you think I want to be on the hyperextender burning the small of my back? Dudes who hog equipement for their ridiculous super sets do not get the right to squat down in front of my face and rudely demand to know how long I'm going to be. Especially on a low carb day. Especially on rep # 39. I might be 5'2", but if you get in my face~ you better be prepared to go the distance. That is all.
I had a hugely busy week at work which I love, love, love. The universe really does provide~ all you have to do is ask, be present, be thankful. I love that I can be at the end of my day, every muscle, tendon and ligament on fire; feeling like I can't even shape my words let alone bat an eyelash and have my last client just be....amazing. From somewhere you reach inside and find this source that you can draw up from your very roots and radiate out. My job is such a beautiful transferance of energy. I know the source isn't me. It's my clients'. If I didn't have this job, this beautiful life with these beautiful people surrounding me~ I probably would have given up long ago. So saturday rolled around and I was spent. But happy. I don't really get people who are always chasing the quick buck. What's wrong with working for what you've got?
So I felt absolute pleasure spending sunday in retail bliss! My mission? To find a pair of jeans that fit my arse and my thighs at the same time. The difference a week makes! Last week I was moaning to my flatmate about my inability to do that because I must have been between sizes. She said to just go and get a pair of 'jeggings' (leggings that look like jeans). I gasped in horror. Do I look like I just stepped off the last train from Beenleigh? After slating the shit out of 'pajama jeans' on Facebook, I could not possibly invest in the unofficial uniform of our Bogan nation. So a few hours and about 50 pairs of jeans later....success! It's the simple things in life, I tell ya!
Seven.Weeks.Out. Holy Guacamole! Is that the flicker of a tiny light I see at the end of this long and winding tunnel???
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