A gymbunny, I will be

The last three months of my life has been nothing short of amazing. Always knowing that one is capable of being better and actually doing it are two extremely separate issues. Next saturday will be my official weigh in to see how far I’ve come.

Even without that, I am fitter, healthier, stronger and generally happier which inevitably surprises me because, I never really thought of myself as being unhappy per se. Coca cola chugging, green tea addict, sure! Unhappy? Not really. Notably, scale weight still is a huge "unhealthy" yet natural focus and while it still rules my emotions, I am trying with each day to let my strength take lead instead.

This week, I made my own personal best record deadlift of 65kg. 55kg was dead easy. Would you believe that?  It seems like it was a mere month ago that I was struggling to keep proper form with 55kg! It is to some degree just crazy that I am able to lift this weight. Imagine, just imagine that in a month – 65kg will be easy peasy! Well, perhaps not EASY but, easier

Years of my life have been wasted looking back on the way things were, what I could have done better, not realising that all I needed to do was look forward. If this signals what my thirties will be like, I say bring it on!

Editor’s Note: Um, well technically the 30s are here.

I constantly think about my rewards when I am at goal. One of the many "quirky" rewards I joke about is heading to my old (well, technically I am still a member) gym – California Fitness during PEAK hour, straight to the meathead section, load up the bar with weight after weight and proceed bench/squat/ deadlift some ridunklous weight!! My friend, M is in it too because, she’ll need to loan me her buff hubs who will spot me so I don’t smash my head/face in.

It is so funny, I definitely am looking forward to it. Silly what motivates us, isn’t it? While shopping with the girls the other day, I chanced upon a skirt I’d love to use when I’m a skinny fit minny. Hopefully with legs that appear like they can squat double my body weight (since I’m day dreaming visualising)

WIthout a puppy paunch, please?

Last Sunday, I celebrated the big 30! Quite honestly, a birthday that I have been dreading for all eternity. It signifies the end of my wild youth. No longer can I use age as a pre-cursory for detailing all my mistakes and all things incredibly daft.

In the same light, it was that dread that pushed me to do something about my weight. My goal was to drop 2 dress sizes by my birthday.  Being completely ill during my vacation eliminated the ability for me to work out while not eating clean. Surprisingly, I still lost weight though it might have well been muscle mass.

That said, I have fallen short of my goal. Accomplishing 1.5 sizes only thus far.

12 weeks is a decent time to access weight loss so, this week I am giving it my absolute all because, I have to make up for the last 10 days of illness and it’ll be a great indicator and motivator.

Wish me luck!

My goal reward if once I reach my goal, will be a TREK hybrid bicycle for pottering about.