shoulder/ arm progress.

Rest week was exactly what the muscles needed. These bad larries makin' me feel like a beast. Back onto my fitness grind. John Lennon agrees.

Give me all the brussel sprouts...

After a week long absence from the gym and a whole lot of junk food & partying, all I really wanted was a HEALTHY dish of food and a workout session with a perfect uninterrupted playlist.

Although the time off from the gym may seem a bit much to all you fitness junkies out there, it was actually exactly what I needed... (okay, okay I could have done with a few less vodka & diet cokes).
I needed a goddamn reset. I needed some good quality time with a best friend to just veg out and watch horrible television for a bit and talk about nothing at all.

By taking this break, it helped me realize even more how much I fucking love bodybuilding (I've missed the gym so much). It made me realize I'm ready to push myself even more. I'm ready for a lot of changes in my life.

I'm throwing out my safety net. Besides, those are no fun anyway. Am I right?

p.s Most of my meals from now on will be eaten with chopsticks. Laugh all you want, I dare you to try it for one day and tell me you weren't focusing on your food and the enjoyment of it at least 50% more than with a knife & fork. Have a kick ass day!

Sauté cut up brussell sprouts, bay shrimp, organic coconut oil, dash of sea salt, 1 pack of little soya. 

Simmer on low.  

Enjoy.

Progress posts.

To anyone that's felt any certain way about them:

Believe it or not, I am as humble now as I was starting out on this fitness journey.

You may not know this because we don't speak on a regular basis but, I am.
I still turn into Miss Awkward when paid a compliment from anyone, even if it comes from my fiance or my best friend.
Any confidence that I convey, I've earned.
And how sad is it that in this society that CONFIDENCE needs to be earned?

With every progress picture comes a little apprehension... I'm fully aware that I'm open to judgements, scrutiny, and harsh words either typed in a box or said at home to a friend or spouse.
Sometimes it makes me wince and press delete. I mean, I'm proud of my progress and the hard work I've put into every step of it but maybe others don't want it shoved in their faces??

But then I remember seeing the progress pictures of women such as Anastazia Dalesandro and Jessica James. And I remember being inspired by those girls to get my own fucking life straight...
And I hope & I hope that maybe I can do that for someone else.

And that makes it all worth it.

But I'm not fucking invincible. I'm not Superwoman. When I see or hear things maybe I shouldn't, they still fucking hurt.

I'm still a human being. I will always always offer my support to anyone interested in getting into a fitness lifestyle and posting progress pictures of their own. I'm aware that there is a difference between tracking your progress and otherwise. I just wish everyone else was too.

But in the words of Aristotle, there's always going to be criticism. So buck the fuck up and deal with it.