4 WEEKS OUT~ BUT WHO'S COUNTING?

Drum roll please! Last week I had my Bioscan and the results were pretty encouraging. 11% body fat and (thank heavens) NO loss of muscle mass. I'm still hoping to achieve 7% but only those more educated than I in the ways of this process will be able to say whether that will happen or not. All I know is my diet as of today is pretty freaking ordinary....if it's not white or green~ it ain't on the menu. Words cannot describe how happy I was to discover Woolies is stocking cartons of pure egg whites again. Standing in the frozen section clapping my hands and shouting, "SCORE!"....I really shouldn't be allowed out unsupervised at the minute LOL! Gone are my beloved morning oats and my much cherished protein shakes. It's amazing how something that was initially so gag~worthy becomes your most favourite meal of the day. I'm just so relieved to be heading into this final stage though, I really could be told to eat shit on toast and I wouldn't care. I just don't want to muck it up now with lack of discipline.
Those of you who see me on a regular basis know that I am a major fan of jumpsuits. I've got them in all different styles and I defy anyone to tell me that it is inappropriate for a 35year old to be rockin' out a Onesie. A side affect of a long and interesting life is growing old. No~one said anything about being obliged to grow up. So there. However.....it is now becoming apparent that my current lifestyle isn't convienienced by my choice of fashion. I mostly opperate on a one hour appointment schedual. My bladder, God love it, seems to be very happy with maintaining a 45minute rule. It's starting to become increasingly difficult to keep that certain sense of urgency from permiating the last 15minutes of each treatment. My poor clients! The last thing they see is me whipping the eye pillow off as I race for the door muttering they can take their time getting up as I'm frantically trying to un button/ zip/ lace whatever the hell I'm wearing. Sigh. It might be time to shelve my inner child until I no longer have to "Pee reeeeallllll bad!".
I actually hurt myself a little last week. I've started to concentrate on my leg shape a lot more, trying to get them to taper in. I've started using what I like to call the "Birthing" machine. For obvious reasons~ it's pretty much the most unflattering piece of equipment to use in the gym and can only be found in the "womens only" room, tucked against the stretch of wall that has no mirrors. You sit in it and either work your knees apart or together against weighted resistance. A clear indication that my brain is no longer firing on all cylinders, I began with abduction (knees apart) 57kgs...flipped the little knee pads and with no change to the weight tried to bring my knees together. There was a yelp at a frequency only dogs could hear and I knew straight away I'd done enough damage to make the rest of my week very uncomfortable. DAMMIT!!! I ruined my wednesday high intensity cardio~ the pain on push off trying to sprint uphill was so bad I only managed two reps before limping home. My two yoga classes were a case of finding my happy place and spending a lot of time in Down Dog. By friday mornings' sprint session I was almost affraid to try, but while it was certainly uncomfortable, it pulled up ok and although I spent a lot of time cupping my crotch, I got everything done. Needless to say today I was very mindful of what weight I was using!
I kind of felt a bit of spaced out anxiety this last week. There are other things in my life outside of comp that need my attention, but I feel like I've got a serious case of head-in-the-sanditis. I know they will all be waiting for me to deal with once it's all over with. I'm really not looking forward to it. However if this experience has taught me anything it's that "If nothing changes, nothing changes." Everything always works out for the best. I truely believe the universe never sets you up to fail. It's just that I don't like this feeling of there being a looming drama just waiting to unfold. For now I shall spend a lot more time in Warrior poses. "Warrior pose battles your inner weakness and win focus. You see that there is no war within you. You are on your own side, you are your own strength." Terri Guillimets.
I feel like I'm starting to pull my familiy and friends in tighter. I apologise just now if I seem a little clingy and needy! Not long now and I'll be back to my on the ball, lil Miss Independant self! It's a bit weird really too~ I'm finding I'm a tad obsessed with all things organic. Like everything that goes into my body is so clean, everything on the outside needs to be too. I've replaced all my skin and hair care with natural alternatives. My sunday morning ritual of going to the organic markets at Miami is absolutely the highlight of my week. Last sunday though, I felt for the first time I was being taken for a ride. $10.50 for four Lebanese cucumbers. WHAT THA FUCK! I'm sorry but that is ridiculous. Given the rate of knots I go through my greens, I think it might be time to reassess my shopping habits.....and head to Bunnings this sunday instead and bloody well grow my own!

So I guess all that's left to do now is stay in control.....focus....focus some more.....and keep my eye on that prize.