I’ve changed my plans for this year and I want you to know it’s ok for you to change yours.
I’ve got a lot of feels at this point. You know when you have so many thoughts that your brain just kind of goes silent? That’s where I’m at. There is a lot going on right now, not just for me, but for everyone – you know, that pesky virus and all. But I’m determined to stick to my prep as best as I can, although my Coles is making that a tad difficult with the obvious lack of chicken breast, beef mince and turkey mince on the shelves. Ah hello, I have macros to meet..
Hello, just a reminder, you won't love every single aspect of competing, or whatever your doing, for that matter. And I'm here to let you know that you don't have to pretend.
Let's get straight into this one, shall we? Week five was not a great one for me – actually, I’m going to say it was the toughest week of my prep thus far (yes, I’m very well aware it’s going to get harder – this is what I signed up for after all). It wasn’t horrendous, it was just tough, physically and mentally tough. My body was tired, I’d come down a bit ill, my motivation levels were low, I could feel my discipline hanging on by a thread – I think it’s safe to say the previous four weeks were catching up to me and my body was just going through a little adjustment period, which I was expecting; I’ve never eaten or trained like this in my life so I knew my body would rebel. The way I got through it? I put myself – in particular my mental health – first: rested when I could and just rode the wave, so to speak. My advice to you if you’re going through a change and feel like it’s getting too hard: remember your why. Change is like climbing a mountain. There is a very good chance you are inches away from experiencing that change at its peak (reaching the very top of the mountain and just as it all feels like it’s becoming too much, you reach the top and it gets easier from there. Hang in there – it can’t last forever. Use this challenge to strengthen your willpower and discipline.
I stepped on the scales again for my weekly check-in, sure that I had lost more weight. I felt lighter, I had noticed obvious changes in my body composition, I stuck to my diet, but I was surprised when I saw my weight had increased. How is that possible? I thought. I’ve done so well this week. What if I can’t do this? What if I can’t lose that much body fat? I’ll let down so many people: myself, my coach, family and friends. The fear of failing had never been so strong. Was I catastrophising? 100% but that’s what fear does. It makes you think of every worst possible – sometimes impossible – scenario.