Happy new year folks! Its 2018….this means a new year, a new me….right? WRONG. I can guarantee I will still be the same little fireball that I was last year. I will still get Hangry, still get bouts of road rage when people don’t thank me for letting them into my lane, still hit snooze 50 times before I get up. I don’t need it to hit January 1st for me to know that I should drink more water and go to bed early – the purple bags under my eyes tell me that already.
I feel 2017 was a great year for me, I started this blog, I felt that I finally got my nutrition under control, I trusted the process of my training programme, I ate and drank myself silly in NYC, smashed some goals and learned some new skills in the gym… and I damaged ligaments in my foot and had to wear a stupid boot for 12 weeks (yes this was a positive thing in the end). I actually feel that 2017 made me so much more confident in my own abilities and made me realise that just because I am a woman (and a tiny woman at that), doesn’t mean that I can’t be strong. There was something else that really hit me in 2017 also –
That I need to stop chasing my perfect bikini body. Yup, you know the one….the one where I have both buns and abs of steel. Here are the two things I realised in 2017 whilst chasing my buns/abs of steels on a hypothetical beach with my hair in perfect beach curls (because in reality I look like Phoebe from Friends whilst running, my hair is shoved up and probably dry shampooed for the last 2 days and then I fall flat on my face and end up in a bloody boot).
- No matter what shape my body gets into – I don’t think I will ever be happy. I will always want tighter abs, a perter bum, arms to rival Arnie. Its human nature. We always want more. We are idiots.
- I am not a bikini model/lingerie model/bodybuilder. I am a 29 year old manager of residential care setting that works 40-50 hours a week and enjoys lifting heavy stuff, eating chocolate, drinking alcohol and girly stuff. Who am I trying to achieve this body for? My husband married me when I wasn’t in amazing shape so that’s not why hes with me now. My friends are not my friends because I have thighs that I can crack a nut in. I was chasing this idea because I thought it would make me happy. But lads, it didn’t. I just got stupidly obsessed at looking at my stomach checking for a little ab to bob up to the surface. Again, I am an idiot.
As I have said many times, do what you wanna do. If you wanna get buns and abs of steel – go on ahead and send me a picture – I will cheer you on every step of the way. My way of thinking isn’t meant to be your way of thinking. What I want is to head into my last 6 months of being 29 being stronger, fitter, more knowledgeable and ready to tackle being 30. So I leave you with this final thought – decide what you want to achieve and WHY you want to achieve it. Will it make you a better person? Will it make you show up as a more confident you? Will it make you feel like you can bench press your husband cus your strong AF?
If so – do it. If not – well you’re an idiot (KIDDING)!!! You just need to maybe reconsider those why’s. Whats the worst that can happen? I shall leave you with a little picture of my smiling face on NYE…… ENJOY and please feel free to get in touch!! I will be going into 2018 doing a little food tracking on My FitnessPal so lets see how that goes – wish me luck!!
Lots of love and positive vibes xx