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

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

Life Cycle of a Blogger

It’s been said that bloggers attitudes and commitment to their writing is cyclical. The same is often true of those that make epic changes to their health and weight.

After a quiet start where the personal benefits of the activity were huge, the interest and attention is minimal.

As the effort continues and the results and personal benefits increase so does the attention.

At the peak of the effort, the attention is quite high as are the results but the personal benefits may or not be increasing.

I think the scientific term for that is ‘point…meh’. After that, stuff gets slow. Or fat.

It’s not that I don’t love writing. Or training.  I do. I’ve written everyday and thought about my goals everyday that I have been away from the blog.

But it’s not driving me, this stuff I’ve felt like writing lately. It’s not the honest-to-Batman crazy that’s in my heart and head. And as a good friend once scolded told me – if it’s not the honest truth, it’s just bad blogging.

So, it’s time to let the crazy back out onto the page. Less worrying about who reads this and a bit more thinking about the girl it helps to write it.

Seatbelt Fastened,

SV

Too Many Balls…

Let’s face it – I’m an over achiever.

Wait. Not that awesome type of over-achiever who actually gets to be a NASA scientist, Michelin Star chef, acclaimed romance novelist, mum of four and accomplished accordion player. I’m just the type who pushes herself to do MORE. All. Of. The. Time.

I mostly think this is a great idea. To feel challenged and constantly reaching up. But on a mock resume the other day I had to write up a list of my commitments.

  • I am a mum of two children under 7.
  • Married to a shift worker who often travels away.
  • Works near-full-time at a Community Centre in children’s health and wellness
  • Is a personal trainer with a full roster of clients
  • Is a competing bikini division member of the INBA
  • Runs http://www.catchthebouquet.com.au – a small label of in-house custom bridal and formal wear.
  • Is an Isagenix fan and therefore am often asked about the products and how I use them to ‘live lean’ which was the goal for this year.

And I realised I’m tired.

People often ask me what I’m going to give up and my answer is always – anything that I don’t love.

I love it all.

Some is blood. I’d give it all for my children.

Some is passion.

Some is responsibility. And I don’t shy away from that.

It’s a lot of balls to have in the air at once.

Advice?
SV