Tag: Health and Fitness

Sydney Cup – the rundown

Apologies for the silence. It’s been a solid month and I am SO excited to finally sit down and write about it all.

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The guns are out!

Sunday the 12th October I competed in the GPC Sydney cup at PTC Sydney and WHAT a day it was. This was my first professional comp, so leading into it, I was pretty nervous…and questioning my own capabilities. What if I just wasn’t tough enough? I seem to expect a lot of myself with my lifting – which isn’t really something I’ve done with anything else…ever. I REALLY want to be able to be the best I can be. It’s a drive I’ve never had before, and I really, really love it. But, of course, doubt was playing up – what if I hadn’t trained enough, what if I fall over (seriously a big worry of mine) what if it’s just not good enough? Lucky for me I have a pretty good sidekick who keeps me on the straight – my fiancé. Every time I would start questioning myself this guy reminds me WHY I’m doing this – coz I LOVE it. It’s got nothing to do with how much, or how good…I just love it. Both he and my coach are constantly reminding me to “have fun with it” which seems to kick me back to where I need to be, and when I’m having fun, I get the drive to lift heavier – so LOVE it I will!

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My main squeeze!

In the weeks leading up, I had a few technical issues with my squats. They just weren’t deep enough. Now for those that don’t know the rules of powerlifting: in a squat the crease of your hips when you squat down need to be just below your knees – and for short chubby legs like mine, I was having issues. But a few technical changes a few days out managed to sort it and I went in feeling pretty confident.

 

The day itself flew through. PTC really know how to organise a comp. It flowed so well, and the spotters were epic. Big thanks to the guys there.

First up was squat – I opened with 125kgs – which was already 10kgs up from my last comp pb. Powered through. 2nd attempt was 130kgs, which I smashed and I finished up with final squat and new pb of 140kgs. The day was starting off well.

Bench – not my strongest, but I am certainly getting there. I had a number (70kgs) I wanted to hit in comp and I just had my mind on that. 1st lift was 67.5 (5kg up from last comp pb), 2nd lift was 72.5kg – which I smashed (well not really, but I got it up) 3rd attempt was a 75kg, which I was red lighted (failed) Just didn’t have the strength.

Deadlift – was not my strongest deadlifting day. Had a few technical difficulties which I’ve never really come across – but overall I’m happy with my lifts. My best lift was 175kgs (5kgs up from last comp pb). My 3rd attempt was 185 but was red lighted due to technicalities – but I got it up, so I know I’ve got the strength, just gotta work on technique a bit more (BOOM)

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175kg deadlift

Over all I finished with a total of 385.5 which put me in 1st place in my weight range – and best of all…7th in Australia under GPC.

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First gold medal!

Yep – that’s right. 7th . In. Australia. How does that even happen??? Oh yeah…hard work and a whole heap of determination!

So what now? Rest, reassess, and start the prep for the next comp. I’m hooked on this – completely. Once again – big thanks to my coach Mark Nino at El Nino Strength and Fitness. Such a superstar. By the looks of things, I’ll be competing again in December at the GPC push/pull comp, which is bench and deadlift only. So lots and lots of work on my bench over the next 6 weeks – definitely got my eye on the 80kgs. Deadlift – 200kgs is next. I can feel it in my bones.

During this process, it’s really thrown me back to a time when I was convinced NOTHING like this would ever be possible. I’ve been riddled with back injuries since a very young age. At 12 years old, I was tripped up playing rugby and that was that. I was told sport was completely out of the question until the stress fracture I had endured had healed – before then I was a very keen netball and basketball player (I don’t know if I was very good, but I enjoyed it) and then that was it – over. Over my years at highschool I was in and out of physio trying to find an answer to the crippling pain I seemed to have. At 17, I was hit by a car and broke my femur – and this just threw me back to square one. After a lot of physio I’d think it was fine, get back into some exercise and it would all come crashing down. In the end I just gave up. I was even told it was in my head, and I just needed to toughen up. Turns out all I needed to do was start lifting  I’ve never felt as strong as what I do now. A good coach is seriously the best thing you can get when recovering from injury. I am SO unbelievably lucky to have the support I do – from all over the world. My fam back home in NZ, my best mate over in London and my fam here all can’t believe how far I’ve come since those days. I know my Dad is stoked – I don’t think his facebook has ever been updated so much as when I’m competing.

It’s a nice feeling being proud of yourself – like actually 100% freaking STOKED. Let’s get more of this going around!

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All smiles after a good day of lifting!

Watch this space – dreaming big!

The Girl Who Lifts

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Sick sick sick

As you may have gathered, I love lifting. I’m pretty sure I’m addicted. It makes me happy, and I think this is the most dedicated and focussed I’ve ever been. The next comp at PTC Sydney is just over 6 weeks away and I am AMPED. I’m working towards some big numbers for the next comp, and I’m feeling pretty good about it. At least a 180kg deadlift, 130kg squat and a 70/75kg bench. A total of at least 380kgs. There are no holidays booked, no reasons for me not to have 6 weeks of solid prep, (or so I thought). I have a brand new pink powerlifting belt and it is giving me superpowers (or so I like to think). Mark and I have been working really hard on getting my body working properly and I was feeling good!! Enter illness…..

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Brand new pink belt! Pink power!!

Unfortunately the past few weeks I’ve been really struggling with headaches and nausea. I’ve really tried to ignore it and push on through, but then it happened… I got sick. I woke up with no voice, and then it was all downhill from there. Blocked nose, sore throat, irritating cough and just general yuckiness. Two days off work and two missed training sessions, and then when I finally made it out of bed on Saturday, even doing the groceries was exhausting. I was pissed off. My training was thrown off and all I could do was lie in bed and sulk about it. Even when I was back at work a throbbing headache and feeling of puking had me run for the train home. This was NOT like me. I really MISSED training, I missed the feeling of smashing a good deadlift, but I didn’t want to push myself too early.

Tuesday last week I bit the bullet and made my way to my training session after work. To be honest, I really wasn’t in the mood. My muscles felt tight and tired, and I knew it was going to be a shit session, so wanted to avoid it for as long as possible. Being the first session of the week, it was squat night – so I summoned my pink powers and pushed out the “you can’t do this” and went for it.

Well after about 20mins of warming up and struggling through the initial few sets, I wasn’t going well. My body had actually forgotten what to do. I was wobbly and not as solid as I remember I was, at times it was a little scary, but with the guidance (and spotting) of my amazing trainer, I managed to push out 6 sets of 110kgs x 2. A huge effort, and man it felt good to be back.

Wednesday, I was back to feeling shit – so shit I ended up at the doctor. I’ve been dealing with a bit of nausea lately, and way too many headaches, so I needed to get it sorted. My doctor took some blood, which have all come back clear. I’ve been put on migraine and anti-nausea meds until it all gets sorted, but she pretty much just said I am running myself to the ground. My early starts, late nights and training mixed together with some stressful times at work have literally pushed my body to the max, and something needs to be done.

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Home sick with my snuggie trying to keep entertained

SO – where does that leave me now?

I hate being sick, I hate missing training and I hate having to catch up again to where I was. So for the next 7 weeks I’m going to be taking VERY good care of myself. I may have missed before that Saturday night before I got sick last week, I had spent the evening at the Bledisloe Cup opener game (I do enjoy my rugby), drinking beer, and in the rain. This combined with being tired and stressed at work and my heavy weight training, left my immune system low and ready for any virus that wanted to do its thing. Not my best decision, but who is going to turn down FREE gold class tickets? Unfortunately, I might just have to next time.

Taking care of myself is unfortunately going to mean being away from my fiancé for a bit. A very good friend of mine is heading away for about 3 weeks next month, so I’m going to trial living in the city for 2-3 nights a week and see what happens. I just can’t survive on the 4-5hrs sleep I’ve been having a night lately, and I need to have more, and I think this is the only way to find these extra hours needed.

Food. Yep, as usual. I had BIG sugar cravings while I was sick and I gave into these cravings badly, and they seem to be sticking around. Good food, healthy food and make sure I’m planning ahead. I have a nasty history of completely throwing in the towel every time something like this happens – but not this time. It’s more important now, than ever, that I’m eating well and giving my body what it needs.

Mind. Deep breathing, taking time to laugh, and not letting my work and life get on top of me. I’m thinking bubble baths, reading back through my goals and reminding myself of WHAT and WHY I’m doing this. This also might include blasting my new fav song and dancing ridiculously round my room (check out It’s all about the Bass by Meghan Trainor – excellent booty shaking song)

Love. Pretty self-explanatory, but this one is really important. I’m so blessed by the amazing people I have in my life, and I need to make sure they know how much I appreciate them.

And if anyone has any natural ways of dealing with chronic headaches, please let me know.

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The Girl Who Lifts

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The Jeans That Fit

Training is going awesome. Prep for comp is going incredible, my strength is skyrocketing, and each week I’m feeling stronger and stronger, fitter and fitter (and looking leaner and leaner).

Tonight I managed to smash out 5 sets of 5 130kg deadlifts. The felt strong and clean, which is an excellent feeling. But the thing that is surprising me the most is my bench. Each week they seem to be getting stronger and this week I managed to grind out sets of 60kg. Who would’ve thought? Oh..AND my squat is back, after my epic fail it’s taken me a while to get back into the grind. I just couldn’t get my confidence back up – even though I know I can do it. But then this week, it all came back and I made my way through 95kg sets. Boom!

Deadlift determination!
Becoming my happy place

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tomorrow my boyfriend and I set off for a holiday in New Zealand. Apart from some friend and family time, I’m looking forward to hitting some NZ gyms and spreading some girlwholifts love! We’re spending 4 days in Christchurch and then 4 days doing a bit of travel around the South Island. We’re having a night at Franz Joseph Glacier, then two nights in Wanaka. It’s going to be amazing. I’m so looking forward to getting back to my home country – I do miss it sometimes. I miss my friends, and family…and it’s going to be REALLY nice to just spend some time with my man. With all my commuting and crazy hours, we don’t really get to see much of each other during the week, so it’s nice when we can get away together.

Now for the story of the day…for the first time in about 5 years, I bought jeans. Actual jeans – black skinny jeans to be precise. But even better, they’re jeans that fit. They fit my thighs, they fit my stomach, they fit my bum – they feel perfect.

A good pair of jeans are a staple for any girl’s wardrobe, but for me, they represented a long time fight with myself of where I thought I should be. I gave up on buying a pair of jeans years ago. I’ve literally lived in skirts in summer, and skirts and tights in winter. There was not one pair of jeans that would fit. But then on Saturday, I felt a change. I was doing a bit of shopping and pamper day, new nails, waxing, shopping…and then I wandered over to some jeans. I stood and stared, held some up, put them down, wandered away…and wandered back. I took and breath grabbed my size and went and tried them on. I was expecting disappointment, I was expecting them not to fit… but then suddenly they were on….done up…and damn they looked fantastic. Like they look good!

I did a happy dance and then bought those suckers.

The jeans that fit

 

The jeans finally fit.

 

The Girl Who Lifts

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Create the life you want

I’m a happy person. Period. Yes, I have my down moments (like everyone does) but most of the time – I’m pretty damn happy.

There was a point when I wasn’t, I was miserable. I had this huge idea of what I wanted my life to be, but never seemed to be able to live it. There came a time when suddenly it all got too much, and I was given a choice – sink or swim.

Without getting too much into it – the first few years of High School wasn’t a fun place for me. It was very “Mean Girls” there was a group of girls who didn’t like me, and they made sure I knew it. They stole my backpack, spread some rumours about me and generally made my life horrible. I left when I was 15, and moved High Schools and life started to get a bit better.

Anyways, fast forward a few years and I was stuck in a bit of a rut, I wasn’t sure what I was doing or where I was going and I knew I needed a change. I was living in the past, I had friends who seemed to mirror how these highschool girls treated me. I was fat, unhappy and didn’t know what to do. I blamed everyone but myself, when suddenly, I realised that the only person who could change my life…was me, and only me. Suddenly my tickets to Australia were booked and I was here, jumping into the unknown for a brand new adventure.

Over the last two years, I’ve worked really hard to create the life I wanted. The first realisation – surround yourself with people who support your dreams – not dump on them. Sadly, this meant I have drifted away from a few people, but it also meant that I have the most incredible, amazing group of people who push me to my limits and support me and lift me up every day.

Creating my life, also meant to needed to dream. And dream big I did.

The Girl Who Lifts was started as a way for me to follow my trip down healthy lane, get my story out there and spread the motivational love. And what a journey it’s becoming.

Creating my life involved sitting down and really deciding what I wanted and going straight for it. Unfortunately this meant a few sacrifices…

Finding love for me has been this up and down roundabout rollercoaster, filled with heartbreak and disappointment – until a year ago when I met the one. The one who I know, I’m meant to be with. This meant changing my party girl city life, and I moved two hours out of the city to be with my man. I was already pretty involved with my training and making my life a bit healthier so my social life took a big hit. This was hard, and part of me really misses living in the city but gosh love was worth it. So now much life literally consists of getting up at 5am, on the train by 6, work all day, head to the gym, back on the train for 2.5 hours and then home in bed by about 11pm. And I do this 5 days a week. It’s long and hard – but for the life I want, it’s worth it.

Fortunately, I have some pretty amazing friends that have stuck by me during all of this, and still want to be my friend even though they never see me.

The second realisation was to find happiness. I’m a big believer that this is a choice, a big one. If you want a happy life – have one. Find the people that make you happy, DO the things that MAKE you happy, LIVE the life YOU want. BE HAPPY.

The third – train hard. If this is what I want, I need to give it my all, and lately it’s all been paying off. Tonight I smashed out 2 sets of 5 x 135kgs deadlifts, I’m doing work sets of squats at 95kgs pretty comfortable, and I’m benching 55kgs. Josie “The gun show” Gray…that’s me.

“When you want to succeed as bad as you want to breathe, then you will be successful.”

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Leg Press
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Bench Press
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Squat Day

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So go out there and get it – create your life.

The Girl Who Lifts

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Coming back from failure

So I had the most shocking session on Monday. It was squat day and I knew before I even got there that it wasn’t going to go well. I was feeling gross, I had a headache and I felt very very bloated (Probably because I ate far too much on Sunday night – lesson learned). But I showed up, and gave it a crack.

I started off slow, and never really picked up. I ended up failing pretty miserably on a 90kg squat. I was on rep number 2, and I went down – but there was no getting back up. There were almost tears, but I did what any self-respecting girl does – held it in till I got to the bathroom. Ha, no but seriously… I was gutted. I made it through the rest of the session with some assistance work, but the damage was done… I had failed.

Failure is a horrible word when you’re trying to lose weight and get healthy. It leaves the world open to so much disappointment. What makes a fail? A bad meal? Missing the gym? Failing out on a set you smashed the week before? Having two cookies instead of one? I’m sure I’ve felt some level of failure after all of these.

So what now? Crawl up in a ball and cry? Eat myself into a coma and give up completely? NO! I was NOT going to fall back into that trap. This was one minor setback in a whole heap of amazing progress, toughen up and move on.

Are you going to let it defeat you?

I took the day yesterday for some reflection…remind myself why I was doing this. About 6 weeks ago I set myself some goals to get me through the 8 weeks before my holiday

  1. Choose wisely – ask myself if what I’m going to eat is going nourish and fulfil me.
  2. Exercise – training 3 times a week with Mark, plus Tuesday and a weekend day.
  3. Breeeeeeeeeeeath – everyday
  4. Look after my liver – Lots of dandelion tea, lots of water and limit my alcohol

It was JUST what I needed to kick me back into shape. I still had a rubbish headache all day, but I took my time reading through each goal, what it meant to ME. I went home early after work and did some work on the foam roller and then crashed out. It was great.

This morning I woke up with a smile, I was feeling better and I was amped to get back into the gym. I put on my fav sneakers, my fav lippy and set about smashing the day. I listened to my fav music on the train ride in – cheesy 90s pop. The cheesier the better. This morning it was S Club 7, judge me if you need to. But it got me going. My session tonight was just what I needed. I smashed the bench with some pretty solid sets of 55kgs, then some incline dumbbell press, some military press and then finished off with some close grip bench. An epic, strong session.

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My fav sneakers
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All smiles after today’s session

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I was back.

 

So how do you bounce back from failure? I’d love your tips.

The Girl Who Lifts.

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Breaking the stereotype

So something that I’ve become ridiculously obsessed with, is breaking the stereotype about what exercise girls “should” do. When you go to the gym, there seems to be this huge divide between the muscle guys by the weights, and the chicks on the cardio equipment – people seem to be stuck in this stereotype of where they should go. Sometimes you’ll see some chicks lifting some light weights – but  there definitely needs to be more chicks lifting big. Ever since I’ve started lifting, I’ve come across some pretty hilarious reactions. Some think its cool, some are impressed, my boss in particular is rather hung up on my lifting. He’s convinced I’m going to hurt myself. My workmates think it’s weird, and I’m forever being told not to get “too big” (I’m already a big girl, so I’m not sure why they think I’ll get bigger). The amount of times that I’ve been asked “Do you really think you should lift that much?”, “Shouldn’t you just do cardio”, “Won’t you hurt yourself?” aha NO! and here’s why.

Squats. Each week on squat day, Mark and I will do speed sets – normally around 5 sets of 10 with a low weight but a bit faster than normal, with a short rest in between – best workout you’ll ever do. It’s proven that squats are one of THE best full body exercises you can do, and if you do enough you will feel it in your soul. Trust me.

Empowerment. Yes this sounds ridiculously cheesy. But never have I felt better about myself, or stronger within myself since I started lifting. You really need to believe in yourself to get those lifts up. My mental strength is the strongest it’s ever been.

It’s FUN. Seriously. FUN! I’ve never found running on a treadmill fun (and this is totally my opinion) but lifting = FUN. I can’t wipe the smile off my face after a big lifting session.

My happy place

You WON’T turn into a guy. I’m pretty girly. I love getting my hair done, I wear skirts every day, I love getting my nails done and I LOVE the colour pink. I just also like to lift heavy shit, and put it back down. Does that make me a guy? I think not!

Getting girly

If you’re on Instagram search #girlswholift, I’ve found most of my inspiration from scrolling through the videos and messages from these girls. They’re strong (both mentally and physically), supportive and crazy beast impressive.

I dare you to give it a go – find a trainer and get them to talk you through the basics. Correct technique is really important, so make sure you’re doing it correctly. Break the stereotype.

 

So the last four weeks I’ve been training pretty hard. Me and my amazing trainer Mark from Top Health PT have been slowly building up the weight and then last night it was time to hit some new records.

I was so incredibly amazed with myself – I am stronger than I ever thought possible and it feels AMAZING.
This is where I’m sitting

Bench – 65kgs
Squat – 110kgs
and the best one of all
Deadlift – 150kgs

If you jump onto my TheGirlWhoLifts fb page, there are some pretty epic videos. Go check them out.

I’m feeling pretty damn good about my squat and deadlift, my bench needs a bit of work. My next phase of training starts on Monday and I am AMPED to step it up another notch. Who knows where this will go – all I know is that I’m definitely on the right path.

The Girl Who Lifts

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Haters Gonna Hate

The last week of training has been epic. My training has kicked up (another) notch, and I’m reaching goals I never thought I could. My eating has been on track and I definitely have my mojo back after it went missing.

I even managed to get my boyfriend into the gym last week, which was absolutely awesome. It was so nice to share such a massive part of my life with him. He did SO well, managed to smash out some 130kg deadlifts – pretty amazing for a first timer.

SO – this is where I’m at.

BENCH

2 sets of 5 x 45kg
1 set 3 x 52.5kg
2 sets 1 x 57.5kg

5 sets of 10 x 30kg

DEADS

3 x 130kgs (you can see the vid for my deadlifts on my TGWL facebook page – you might as
well hit like while you’re there)

SQUATS

5 x 62.5kg
3 x 70kg
1 x 75kg

SO HAPPY! Lifting is the best buzz – I’m not sure why it’s taken so long to get into it!

So I read something incredible the other day – my Dad posted it on his facebook and it fits in perfectly with how I’ve been thinking.

Critics and Haters are only good for one thing. They let you know you’re doing exactly what you should be doing.

Instead of getting mad:
– Keep outworking them
– Keep outsmarting them
– Keep innovating faster than they can
– Keep enjoying and supporting the people that matter in your life

They will twist what you say, and do their best to set you up to fall… but there is one thing that they can’t do…and that’s BE you.

And that’s kind of why they’re so upset in the first place.”

Haters gonna hate, but lucky for me, I don’t have many haters around me. I got rid of them ages ago. I have come across one during my mission the last few months. It was actually an ex boyfriend who thought he needed to tell me that nobody cared about my story, and that I am what is wrong with society at the moment.

How he came to this conclusion baffles me, but the amazing realisation that came from this was that this is HIS issue. NOT MINE. And he can take his issue far far away from me! And once I realised this, a slight wave of happiness came over me.

When I made the decision to move to Australia, one of my closest mates at the time told me that I was making the biggest mistake of my life. For me, it was an adventure – finding a job, finding a place to live, meeting new people – to him, there was too much room for failure. But isn’t that what life is about? When trying new things they either work, or they don’t – you’ve got a 50/50 chance, so why not give it a go?

The point of today’s rant – haters gonna hate. And when you hear someone say “they’re just jealous” they’re absolutely right.

New dress!

The Girl Who Lifts

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Skinny vs Healthy

Thegirlwholifts lost her mojo this past week. I don’t know where it went, but I struggled to get it back. My weight was getting me down and I lost sight of what was really important. My brain keeps coming back to weight loss, and I’m becoming quite fixated on it, which isn’t good. When I get depressed about it, it seems my whole body follows pretty quickly. I got tired and run down, I forgot the basics of what I was doing, which sets off my emotional eating, which sets off the guilt, which sets off another round of depression – it’s a vicious cycle. A vicious cycle that came at terrible timing – Easter DID NOT help things. WAY too much chocolate was consumed. The good thing is that I’ve kept up with my training – THAT I am proud of. I’m pretty lucky to have Mark from Top Health PT pushing me along – we got through it pretty well actually. I manage to squat out 5 sets of 5: 60kg, 65kg and 67.5kg squats. Impressive for a bad week, if I may say so myself!

I found myself staring at my vision board this morning, trying to find the motivation that it gave me a few weeks ago. I stared at the photos, remembering the feeling I had when they were taken, and what they mean to me, I read my goals, I read my key words – words like strength, happy, love, family, friends, exercise, sunshine (things that mean something to me) – and I realised there was a word missing from it – SKINNY. Not once, has this mission been about being skinny, it was always been about my health, and getting to a healthy, happy place.

I’ve always been a big girl, but I’ve always hated it. I got teased, called fat, told by doctors that all of my PCOS issues and endometriosis would be magically cured if I just lost a few kgs. I’ve always wanted to be skinny. But skinny isn’t the answer – healthy is. And I need to remind myself of this. Everyday. Yes, I have a goal weight, but does this translate to being skinny? In my mind maybe…but to the rest of the world probably not.  Healthy to me is quite easy to put into words, skinny is just an image in my mind. A girl wrote a beautiful article on Stuff.co.nz today that brought me to tears because of how true it rung to me. You can read it here.

In the world of the internet, skinny has some pretty bad connotations – anorexic, unhealthy, ugly…so why is it something so many of us “big” girls strive for?

This leads me to my next question – What stipulates healthy? A “normal” BMI? A size 6? Being able to run 10k? Being happy?

Here’s what it means to me

–        Getting off metformin, which I’m on for my PCOS
–        Getting my hormones back to a normal balance
–        Getting down to 80kgs
–        Being happy
–        Being content

Mia (my food angel) has got me taking B vitamins, and I think they kicked in today as well. Coz I found my mojo. I’ve never been a vitamin taker and I wish that I’d gotten on this train earlier. B vitamins help with relieving stress, supporting the body through physical and mental health, energy, healthy nervous and cardiovascular system. MY GOSH they have helped. I had my buzz back today, and it was magical.

So skinny vs healthy… what do you prefer?

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The Girl Who Lifts

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Resetting the goals

So last week I booked tickets for me and my boyfriend for a 10 day holiday in New Zealand.  Bit of time in Christchurch catching up with the family and my friends, then heading down to Wanaka for a few nights. When I left NZ 2 years ago, never did I think that I would end up here. Happy, completely in love and on my way to compete in my first powerlifting comp.

Leaving NZ was a bit of a spur of the moment decision. I came over to Oz for a holiday in November 2011, had the most amazing time – then January 1st 2013 I bought the ticket and 6 weeks later I was here. I spent a month down at my Dad’s sorting my life out, deciding what I was going to do, then it was up to Sydney, job interviews and then apartment, friends and a new life. I’m not going to lie, I may have been running – from what I’m not sure, life I think. Christchurch was rough at the time. Aftershocks after the earthquake were still running hard and we were all trying to come to terms with what our new post-earthquake life meant. I was stuck in some pretty toxic friendships, and they were bringing me down pretty bad. I saw Australia as a pretty drastic way of leaving them all behind. Was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.

Moving countries is something I suggest to everyone – at least once. I’ve done it twice. England and then Australia. It’s liberating. Scary, but liberating. It certainly wasn’t a walk in the park either. I made some stupid decisions, moved house 3 times in about 6 months, and definitely thought about moving back to NZ once or twice. But I made it through and now I’m here… loving life, living it huge and ready for the next challenge.

With 8 weeks to go till NZ (and counting) I thought I’d better set some goals to help me through. I’ve discovered that the old “eat no crap and drink no alcohol” type of goals don’t work for me. I don’t know how they work for anyone. I LIKE FOOD. I need to set goals that are realistic, but that will help me still reach my major goal.
Mark and I have also started on a new training program. We change it up quite frequently, which is GREAT for someone like me. We’re really working towards the big lifts and I’ve hit a new PB for my deadlift… 145kgs BOOM!

The smile on my face that day was pretty huge, and MAN it felt good. The reaction from the guys in the gym made it even better.

So here we go with the goals…

  1. Choose wisely – ask myself if what I’m going to eat is going nourish me.
  2. Exercise – training 3 times a week with Mark, plus Tuesday and a weekend day.
  3. Breeeeeeeeeeeath – everyday
  4. Look after my liver – that’s my big one at the moment. Lots of dandelion tea, lots of water and limit my alcohol

That’s it. Four basic, easy goals that will help keep my focused and on track.

Let’s do it 🙂

Check out the guns!

The Girl Who Lifts

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Growing strong

Thursday was a good day – a strong day, and I LOVE these days.

 

My strong days are the ones where I leave the gym with nothing except a big smile on my face, when I struggle to walk to the train station, and when I end up sitting in my seat going over what just happened. A strong day is when I remember why I’m doing all of this – the commute, the training, the eating, everything. A strong day is where I LOVE every second of it. A strong day is when I know I’m doing exactly the right thing. Strong days feel accomplished.

Thursday was one of those days.

This is what I did:

Bench: New PB of 60kg for 2

Squats: 80kgs to failure

Deadlift: 3 sets finishing off at 120kgs for 4

Post session selfie with Mark

Strong days are also days where I am reminded how lucky I am to have the support crew around me. Mark my trainer, the amazing network of team Top Health PT (also known as team Make It Happen), my friends, family, boyfriend…they all help in making me stronger.

“You never know how strong you are until being strong is the only choice you have”

 

Today I went out and had a bit of a pamper day – I like to keep my girly side. I went and had my hair and nails done and feel amazing

Fixing the regrowth

Finished product

 

The Girl Who Lifts

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