About (my) Face

I went to a seminar recently with Andreia Brazier and Chris Dufey. I was REALLY hoping it would be a mind – expanding experience where I learned heaps of new things and expert advice on fat loss for female competitors.

Well, that didn’t really happen. I really enjoyed meeting both Chris and Andreia but I sat on the plane coming home, I really had to stretch to think of a single new thought/concept that had been presented during the day.

And I get that in this age of hyper-access to information – it’s pretty hard to have a 100% new idea. But even a consistent message across the day would have been great. Things like being told “Never eat carbs with breakfast” only to be told a few minutes later “if carbs at breakfast works for you,  do it”. :/

In fact “different things work for different people” was the concept that everything seemed to come back to. Which is great, and probably quite accurate – but probably less than I was expecting from a $250 seminar session. Also less awesome was the setting in a warehouse/shed style gym which in the bucketing Melbourne winter weather was so cold and loud it was a struggle to hear at all.

Ergh, I really didn’t want to have a whinge but I accidentally have. You live and learn…..

And on learning,  one thing Andreia Brazier does that I find interesting is to include supplements specifically for her hair, skin and nails in her crazy (Poliquin) list of supps daily.

I think it makes sense. We train and diet to compete in a show where in the bikini and fitness model divisions,  we are judged (at least partly) on our beauty.

So in my regular iHerb frenzy I bought myself this to try:

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Okay, so the name is gimmicky (I’ve been prancing about the kitchen each morning saying “It’s day two Darling, am I beautiful yet??” to whomever is awake). But the fact that the trio of supplements is in its own little pouch for the day is handy and cute.

This is where embarrassingly admit that I don’t really know what they are made up of. So I took a pic of the label too :)

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So, we’ll see if I am somehow going to morph into a babe in the next 28 days!

In beauty and health (and sorry about the ranty-pants)

Bella

About (my) Face

I went to a seminar recently with Andreia Brazier and Chris Dufey. I was REALLY hoping it would be a mind – expanding experience where I learned heaps of new things and expert advice on fat loss for female competitors.

Well, that didn’t really happen. I really enjoyed meeting both Chris and Andreia but I sat on the plane coming home, I really had to stretch to think of a single new thought/concept that had been presented during the day.

And I get that in this age of hyper-access to information – it’s pretty hard to have a 100% new idea. But even a consistent message across the day would have been great. Things like being told “Never eat carbs with breakfast” only to be told a few minutes later “if carbs at breakfast works for you,  do it”. :/

In fact “different things work for different people” was the concept that everything seemed to come back to. Which is great, and probably quite accurate – but probably less than I was expecting from a $250 seminar session. Also less awesome was the setting in a warehouse/shed style gym which in the bucketing Melbourne winter weather was so cold and loud it was a struggle to hear at all.

Ergh, I really didn’t want to have a whinge but I accidentally have. You live and learn…..

And on learning,  one thing Andreia Brazier does that I find interesting is to include supplements specifically for her hair, skin and nails in her crazy (Poliquin) list of supps daily.

I think it makes sense. We train and diet to compete in a show where in the bikini and fitness model divisions,  we are judged (at least partly) on our beauty.

So in my regular iHerb frenzy I bought myself this to try:

image

Okay, so the name is gimmicky (I’ve been prancing about the kitchen each morning saying “It’s day two Darling, am I beautiful yet??” to whomever is awake). But the fact that the trio of supplements is in its own little pouch for the day is handy and cute.

This is where embarrassingly admit that I don’t really know what they are made up of. So I took a pic of the label too :)

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So, we’ll see if I am somehow going to morph into a babe in the next 28 days!

In beauty and health (and sorry about the ranty-pants)

Bella

Waitin’ on the Next Big Thing

Let me share with you one of my flaws. It annoys the hell out of me, but at least I know that I do it – and that makes me pretty good at catching myself doing it and spying it in other people.

No, it’s not endlessly complaining about the weather. Or interuppting. Or standing in doorways chatting holding up people trying to get through. People find those things adorable right? Right??

Huh.

It’s my habit of wanting to wait for THE NEXT BIG THING. That shiny new thing that I’m going to see/have/do next. Now, wanting something big and new is not a bad thing. But the trouble is that I sometimes lose focus on the thing I’m doing right now.

Take my nutrition approaches. At the moment, I’m working at gradually leaning down again, managing my food intolerances and still using and enjoying the flexible dieting/IIFYM approach. It’s good. It’s working for me. I’m happy and the weight is coming off, muscle staying on and I’m feeling good. BUT…. buh buh baaaa

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I’m going to a seminar at the end of this month that will be about fat loss in the female figure athletes and competitors and I’m fascinated to hear the approach of the pro’s that are presenting. I find myself second-guessing my planning for TODAY, sneaking a few extra carb macros and losing a bit of my focus on the NOW because “I’ll probably change it all again next week”.

And it doesn’t need to be something as big as a full nutrition change. Sometimes I feel like this when I’ve ordered a new product online and I’m just waiting for it to be delivered. I won’t train legs tonight as my new tights will probably get delivered tomorrow! :p Or when I know I’m coming up to a program change for my gym sessions. Suddenly, my ‘right now’ is less shiny and important that the new whatever-it-is around the corner.

It’s a common issue for my fellow 12wbt alumni and current members for ‘between rounds’. Two weeks off turns into four kilos gained because ‘it hasn’t started yet’.

Grr.

So I can’t give authentic advice here as it’s still very much a glitch in my own journey. I own that couple of days with silly lapses and am right back onto today’s goals and aims. But with each mistake I make, it gets easier to see and feel myself holding out. Making less of today because of the promise of tomorrow.

So do the best you can with everyday – even if tomorrow promises to be bigger, better, bright or even just completely different. Like another of my favourite Roosevelt quotes (from Teddy this time though):


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Tomorrow is another day, let’s make today awesome first!

Cheers Mateys,
SV

Eleanor on my Mind…

The amazing Eleanor Roosevelt is quoted as saying many very cool things. I get the feeling she was a top chick and I would have liked her very much. One of my favourite quotes of hers is this one:

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So particularly true in my experience.

But the Eleanor quote that it rattling around in my head today is this one:

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My training has been at a bit of a standstill for a while. Between not competing, being sick, getting better, going overseas, being sick – I just haven’t trained with any sort of intensity in a while. And it shows. I miss having defined legs and great glutes. I miss feeling strong.

So today I go back into training properly. No wimping out, no half-assedness. Just setting goals and lifting things. The way it should be.

This of course scares the hell out of me. I’ve no doubt lost a lot of strength. It’s not going to be pretty. I hate not doing things well from the very beginning. I’m setting myself goals for things which I’m pretty sure I’m no good at. Which brings me to another Eleanor moment:

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Dang, she sure was a smart lady.

Have a great day Lovelies,

SV

Two Years – Freedom is a cool thing

Can you believe it’s been two years since I sold my company, ventured into the wider, happier world and started this blog?

I’d love to say that I don’t remember that girl from two years ago. The one who felt bullied and devalued and nervous almost all the time. The one whose stomach rolled at the email notification sound on her phone because it was probably not good. The one who felt guilty for spending time with her family? For having a family! But I do. I remember her.

I also remember though, the strange and uncharacteristic moment where I said one sentence that changed the course of my future. Where I (before I believed or even understood it myself) dared to suggest that my worth was not able to be defined by a single other person. That indeed, I even had worth.

But I did. And I do. And I always will.

And two years on – I still have that hard-won freedom. I use it well. I live, love and grow with my family. We travel and laugh. I work – both in the gym as a trainer and in a community centre helping at-risk children and their families with health and wellness – because I love it and it enriches my life.

Life is good.

If you recognise any part of the old me, that girl from two years ago I have just one piece of advice;

Stand up. It may just be the best thing you ever do for yourself and the ones you love.

Peace Out,

SV

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Finding happiness in strange places…

So, I’m away with the Captain and kids at the moment in a ridiculously beautiful part of the world. There is a whole lot of happiness right there in that sentence. So much happy.

But I was talking with my beloved Captain last night about happiness as I danced around in an ankle-deep bathtub containing some of our clothes and laundry liquid from home. Because washing clothes in unconventional ways while travelling makes me happy. It really does.

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To be honest, it’s probably not the act of the washing itself (though it can be pretty fun to stomp and dance in a tub) but the feelings and memories it evokes. I grew up in a family where ‘frugal’ is definitely a compliment. Where our gypsy traits are joked about but never ignored. Where if you have the ability to travel, you do. And if you can save a buck while doing it, you must.

So, this swishing of smalls in hotel rooms reminds me of so much. Dodgy motels on the road with my mum and brother. Backpacker hotels as a family – ’nuff said. Being billeted out to host families all over the world. Travelling light as honeymooners. Travelling with a baby who spat up (polite term for erky milk vomit) more often than he ate. Last year travelling with the Captain and our two babies all together for the first time. So many good times. All requiring clean delicates.

The Captain doesn’t share my immense personal delight in hand washing on holiday. He thinks it’s a bit amusing. But he’s smirking in clean pants.

What about you? Is there something ‘odd’ that is a source of happiness for you? Changing tires, waiting in rollercoaster queues…

Whatever it is, smile and breathe it in. Feel the joy store up inside you and strengthen you against the things that will try to bring us down.

Love from the suds,

SV

Finding happiness in strange places…

So, I’m away with the Captain and kids at the moment in a ridiculously beautiful part of the world. There is a whole lot of happiness right there in that sentence. So much happy.

But I was talking with my beloved Captain last night about happiness as I danced around in an ankle-deep bathtub containing some of our clothes and laundry liquid from home. Because washing clothes in unconventional ways while travelling makes me happy. It really does.

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To be honest, it’s probably not the act of the washing itself (though it can be pretty fun to stomp and dance in a tub) but the feelings and memories it evokes. I grew up in a family where ‘frugal’ is definitely a compliment. Where our gypsy traits are joked about but never ignored. Where if you have the ability to travel, you do. And if you can save a buck while doing it, you must.

So, this swishing of smalls in hotel rooms reminds me of so much. Dodgy motels on the road with my mum and brother. Backpacker hotels as a family – ’nuff said. Being billeted out to host families all over the world. Travelling light as honeymooners. Travelling with a baby who spat up (polite term for erky milk vomit) more often than he ate. Last year travelling with the Captain and our two babies all together for the first time. So many good times. All requiring clean delicates.

The Captain doesn’t share my immense personal delight in hand washing on holiday. He thinks it’s a bit amusing. But he’s smirking in clean pants.

What about you? Is there something ‘odd’ that is a source of happiness for you? Changing tires, waiting in rollercoaster queues…

Whatever it is, smile and breathe it in. Feel the joy store up inside you and strengthen you against the things that will try to bring us down.

Love from the suds,

SV