Accountability is a Bitch…. But I like her anyway

SO…

I’m home from my epic journey away. It was awesome. There were wedding gowns, tuk-tuks, zoo animals, cocktails, shouting Indian tailors, skimpy swim-wear and monkey backpack that made people cry. No, I wasn’t stuck in a Baz Luhrman movie – it was just a family holiday to Thailand. It was very cool.

BUT…

now I am home. And as always, looking for new goals and adventures.

Adventure One – I am a qualified personal trainer now!! With clients and everything. I’m really excited to be working with people and sharing the epic awesomeness that it is to do something amazing for your own health and fitness.

AND…

Adventure Two – I’m ready to move my own fitness up to the next level. I love being healthy. I love being fit. I like being a healthy weight on the lower end of the BMI scale for my height. But what I really want next is to look FIT. Like, ‘proper fit’. I realise that I sound like a twit trying to explain it and I apologise. I guess I just want to test the boundaries again of what I can achieve.

BECAUSE…

there is a bodybuilding competition in September this year (about 15 weeks away). I’m playing the uncommitted card. I will train my ass off for it and assess if I am ready to compete closer to the date. I want it, but I want to do it well more. If that means I bail and the last moment this year but commit to competing next year I’ll be ready. But the ‘end date’ for my latest challenge will remain show day regardless.

THEREFORE…

I want to show you where I am starting. This is fresh from a holiday where I both ate at a buffet and swam like a kid twice a day. According to my trusty scales, I’ve come home exactly the same weight as I left. Muscle definition is down though so there is a bit of catching up to do. I am carrying an injury so can’t hit upper weights too hard just yet but will train legs as hard as I can and keep up my cardio. Nutrition is wired tight to bring my body weight down a little and make sure I am getting enough protein and goodies to fuel the machine that I am.

Comp prep sepia 300513

ARGH, SHIELD YOUR EYES!

Okay, so it’s certainly not a cover model body yet but I’m excited at the idea of being accountable to all of my invisible interwebz friends (and my mum, I know she reads this!) about how I go each week.

So stay tuned, or flip the channel, but know that I have a bucketful of adventure for the next few months 🙂

Cheers,

Sailor Vee

“I just want to get toned.”

From the gurus at http://www.bodybuilding.com…

For some reason, women, their trainers, and advertisers have kidnapped the word “toned” and turned it into the ultimate lady goal. It seems that being muscular is not a goal women should aspire to. Here’s the real deal: You can’t see shape without muscles. You can run on the treadmill or swoosh away on the elliptical all day. Sure, you might get thinner, but without some meat on your delts, triceps, and biceps, you’ll never see those awesome shoulder caps.

Ladies, “I want more muscle,” is an absolutely legitimate goal to tell your trainer or your friends.

On a scientific note, “tone” actually has meaning on a physiological level. Your muscles maintain a low-level contraction, even when you’re at rest. That’s why your muscles are always at least a little firm. This is called “muscle tone,” or “residual muscle tension.” It helps keep you upright, and maintain balance and posture. In this light, there’s really no way to “tone up” your muscles—they’re already toned.

Guest Post: Today’s Lesson from Cat

The Sailor is on a voyage far far away, so here is a guest post from the amazing Cat Hawkins;

 

Today’s Lesson.

It’s often said that there’s nothing so annoying as a reformed smoker. They flap their hands around whenever there’s a hint of cigarette smoke. They bang on and on about how bad smoking is for you and how it’s going to kill you. They tell you it’ll make those little lines round your mouth look like ravines and eventually you’ll look like you have a cat’s bum in the middle of your face.  They tell you you’ll have to breathe through a tube or with the help of a machine in your latter days before shuffling off in a painful and unglamorous fashion. They tell you it’s a waste of money, that it’s killing you. It’s a selfish thing to do. Think of your family, your friends, yourself. What kind of person would smoke knowing all that?

 

If you’re a smoker that sounds annoying, doesn’t it? But, and here’s the kicker, they’d be right. On all counts. Still, that doesn’t stop you feeling resentful and lighting up just to spite them.

 

Well, I’m here to tell you that there may just be something worse than a reformed smoker. Yes dear reader, it’s the reformed chubster.

 

I’m a fellow former chubster born of good chubster stock with lots of chubster friends and many chubster colleagues. I recently embarked upon a regime change, which included regular physical exertion and a healthy diet (I hate that word because it’s not a “diet” in the popular starve-yourself-miserable sense) based on good nutrition appropriate to me and my goals. It also included positive thinking and a shift in the way I see myself as I go about my daily life.

 

Fourteen weeks in and I feel great! Like, really great. I feel a lightness of body and mind I’ve never experienced before. I feel physically free and able, mentally agile. I feel like I’m on a high that will never end.  Why would I keep this amazing feeling to myself? Surely everyone wants to feel like this?

 

I want to tell EVERYONE about it. I want to shout it from the roof tops!

 

Don’t. If nothing else because it can be quite the slap in the face when you are likened to a glassy eyed, religious fanatic.

 

Not everyone is ready to hear all about the things they’re doing “wrong” in their lives and how the choices they’re making are bad for them. I use “wrong” in inverted commas here because in life things are rarely as black and white as right and wrong.  And if the person you’re talking to has some issues with their self esteem then it’ll be like listening to someone telling them how big a failure they are.  Feeling bad about yourself is often the biggest obstacle to positive change.

 

So instead of tutting at the chocolate bar or spouting obesity statistics, try a different approach.  Sure, if people ask you why you’re looking so trim or how you managed to run that half marathon, tell them what you did.  Give advice freely and with no expectation that it will be heeded. Remember that regardless of how “right” you know yourself to be, no matter how much medical evidence there is to prove that a large percentage of the western world is eating itself to death, no matter that you are living proof that change is a good thing, don’t preach. It may actually be the thing that stops someone from changing.

 

Here endeth today’s lesson.

xx

Cat

Sailor Vee eats Pudding for Breakfast

I do. It’s true.

It’s getting fricking cold here on the island. Really cold in the mornings especially. I do like porridge but have about reached my boredom level with it and (given it’s likely to make a pretty big place in my competition preparation diet if I compete later this year) am giving it a rest. But where does that leave me for a healthy breakfast?

  • Love oats – but over porridge
  • Love eggs – but chronically too lazy too cook much at breakfast time
  • See above point, must cook in less than 3 minutes, preferably without me touching it
  • I know that I need a good balance of carbs/protein/good fats in my morning meal to keep me awesome all day
  • Must be warm. Maybe even hot. Some mornings it must be liquid magma hot to counteract our freezing island climate

Enter, the latest breakfast invention.

Breakfast pudding

Sailor Vee’s Banana Oat Breakfast Pudding

  • 1 x small banana, mashed
  • 1 egg
  • 1tbs chia seeds (black or white is fine)
  • 1/2 cup of quick oats
  • (If the mix is looking super dry I sometimes add a tiny dash of low fat milk)
  • (I find the banana makes it sweet enough, but you could add a little stevia if you wanted)

Method:

Mash banana, mix in egg, throw in oats and chia, mix until combined. Microwave for 2-3 minutes until set.

(Calories 353, Carbohydrates 50g, Protein 16g, Fats 16g)

**As the picture shows, I fairly frequently mix up what I throw in here. Sometimes I use sultanas instead of banana, and really you could use whatever makes you happy. To increase the protein percentage without upping the calories too much you could easily add another egg white or two.

ENJOY!!

Warm regards from the frozen island,

SV