I am starting a new series called memories. I need to write more. These will be part of a bigger story and book one day.
Berlin. Beautiful Berlin.
Berlin was not beautiful in the way a pretty girl is pretty, but beautiful like one of those women with perfectly disheveled hair, who made smoking a cigarette look good, who was never on time but you didn’t care. Exciting, colourful, young, exquisite Berlin.
I fell in love with the city visiting my brother. We drank flat whites all day, and Club Mate, the cold tea sold in bottles that kept you wired all day, loved by computer programmers and clubbers alike. In the day we visited hip stores, perfect white walls, perfect German salespeople with no makeup and flawless skin. Effortless cool. Every meal we had was just right. Bountiful lunch salads in open spaces, and the best Asian fusion I’ve ever had prepared in a restaurant under the railway, where you had to knock on a hidden door and give a password to get in.
“A lot of competitors blow up after their show.”
“You’re going to ruin your metabolism.”
There is a lot of talk about post competition weight gain.
And with good reason. Because just like any overly strict diet, amplified by intense training, there are bound to be repercussions.
Q: Why would you want to do such a thing?
Having a why for competing is key. And it can’t be for anyone but yourself. My major why is that I had a burning desire to do so. It scared me, excited me, and it felt like something I really needed to experience. Along with this I wanted to understand the process (for research and helping clients) and give myself extra motivation in the gym. If you love bodybuilding, getting on the stage is a great motivator to showing off what you have built. Continue reading
I’m on FaceTime with my friend around 11 in the morning.
It’s peak week.
After having a coffee, I’ve cracked an energy drink. I’m wearing two pairs of pants and two sweaters because I can’t get warm. My eyes look heavy in the small box that stares back at me.
“Being this lean is the furthest from glamorous I’ve ever felt.” Continue reading
And just like that, I’m 2 weeks out from my first fitness competition.
I am hungry, exhausted, emotional and sore in a way I’ve never experienced before. For the first time in this prep, I’m not enjoying my workouts.
But I’m so close. Continue reading
After my last very brief post, a few people reached out to me and asked me for tips on tracking macros while traveling.
While I wasn’t perfect on the road, I did do many things that kept me on track as I cut for my competition.
I probably could have skipped the Mai Tais in Hawaii… but that wouldn’t be any fun now would it?
So here are my top tips for staying on track…
Holy smokes guys I’m 5 weeks out!
Technically – I am officially 12 weeks out today.
The pressure is on. And the struggles, my friends, are already very real.