I have never been very good at conforming... so in my usual unconforming way today... which in my part of the world is Friday... I am starting a whole new chapter of focus....
I have spent a fair few months concentrating on establishing myself as a personal trainer... this has taken me on new and wonderful journeys... I LOVE that everyone is different and has a story... everyone!
I have also been doing extra stuff in another role that has bought about some great... well I like to think they are great... changes where I work... a couple of my suggestions and ideas have taken form grown wings and are about to take off...
One is a huge benefit for the gym members and I am really proud of this... but these extra ideas, hours, tasks, and chapters have caused a bit of a burn out for me and I am now at the point where I want to get back to my original road and focus on training people, learning more about health and different fitness avenues and growing as a personal trainer... add some group fitness... and...for me a VERY important task... get back into My Training!
Although I have religiously trained everyday my training has been a bit haphazard especially since my shoulder injury. Now that my shoulder is almost back to full strength thanks to an amazing Physio and lots of dry needling, which I do... hmmmm enjoy isn't the right word... ummm appreciate! That's the word Appreciate!
So now I am back to working to a plan, today I start a fresh new start.. at the end of a week... I refuse to wait till Monday like most people do! The day of the week is not important... starting the journey when it should be started is!
I believe as a Personal Trainer I must walk the walk and talk the talk... I have spent the last few months gaining a pretty decent amount of muscle even with a half arsed made up on the day training plan and now is the time to remove the protective covering on a little too much gooo that I have managed to gather over my muscle and reveal what I have worked hard to grown... I refuse to be a PT who tells everyone else to focus but has no time to focus on themselves.... I will set the example... If I expect my busy clients to find time to look after themselves I must also do just that and with a true goal....
So I am starting at the end.. of a week... the end of a building phase... but the start of a whole new journey.... as always, with everything in my life, when it's time things fall into place.... and my gut tells me it IS time...
Friday, 9 September 2011
Wednesday, 7 September 2011
T.E.A.M.......
T....otally behind you and full of helpful ideas, suggestions and plans
E....xcept when the time comes to implement the ideas, suggestions and plans
A....nd suddenly everyone is busy on that day
M....aybe this is why I'm jaded when it comes to team events, because its a lot like volunteering
V....ery politically correct thing to do
O....n everyones list to do when they have "spare" time
L....ets all say we will be there giving our time until the week of the event
U....sually accompanied by helpful ideas, suggestions and plans
N....ice to offer to do but nicer to be busy on that day
T....hen suddenly its the thought that counts
E....ven though thinking about helping is not helping at all
E....specially when it is all about helping the team
R....ather disappointing when you realise
I.....n reality no one does actually care
N....ot unless they are paid to care
G....uess its up to me then.
E....xcept when the time comes to implement the ideas, suggestions and plans
A....nd suddenly everyone is busy on that day
M....aybe this is why I'm jaded when it comes to team events, because its a lot like volunteering
V....ery politically correct thing to do
O....n everyones list to do when they have "spare" time
L....ets all say we will be there giving our time until the week of the event
U....sually accompanied by helpful ideas, suggestions and plans
N....ice to offer to do but nicer to be busy on that day
T....hen suddenly its the thought that counts
E....ven though thinking about helping is not helping at all
E....specially when it is all about helping the team
R....ather disappointing when you realise
I.....n reality no one does actually care
N....ot unless they are paid to care
G....uess its up to me then.
Sunday, 4 September 2011
A push up or just left hanging....
One thing I know is the difference that good support can make to a persons whole life....
I'm not just talking about push up bra's here... although god love them where would we be without them... just hanging.. some lower than we would like to admit... just being natural... just showing the world that perky isn't actually available all of your life...
No I'm talking about the support we need to make reaching our goal a thing that can happen without us having to feel like we are trying to achieve a 100 metre dash through neck high slime...
Support is the thing that people who truly love you give you without even realising they are doing it.
Its the Mum who gets up at some "stupid o'clock" time in the middle of winter to make sure that their child is ready and at the pool because said child has decided that they want to swim in the Olympics in some huge amount of time in the future.... only to have darling child announce after 5 years of dedication that swimming now sucks and they have really always wanted to ride for Australia and that the bike they need is onnnnnly $5,000......
Its the partner who stops eating their favorite chocolate bar because they know it drives their husband/wife/boyfriend/girlfriend insane while they are on their competition diet.... they never mention it, they never say they have done it... they just do it... for love...
Support can be the difference... It doesn't guarantee that the person with all the support will be the winner, the best, the greatest... but it sure as hell makes their journey one hell of a lot easier even if they don't, in some cases, realise they are being supported. Yes sometimes the support crew can be so damn fabulous at their job that the supported one doesn't even realise that they are being held up and carried over the slime..... so they never realise they should say a huge heart felt thank you.
With the next round of Queensland bodybuilding competitions only a few weeks away now is probably a really good time for the competitors to look around, pay attention, step away from the ever present mirror and appreciate anyone who is there holding their hand, changing their eating habits, rearranging their lives.... so that the competitor can train, eat, sleep, gain, loose and breath competition...
Of course the other side of the coin is the ones that receive zero support... this I find disgusting and beyond frustrating! To see people actively changing aspects of their lives to reach goals, better themselves, make a difference or just to reach a healthier place who have none or very little support from people who are supposed to love them astounds me. I'm not talking sports people, I'm just talking about your average person-in-the-street who decides that they need to get healthy to be alive next year.
How can people who are your life partners, your loved ones... how can they mock you for wanting to improve, be happy or get well... why would they not encourage you to be the best you can be... why would they insist on sabotaging your efforts by suddenly deciding that giving you a huge packet of chocolate biscuits is just what you need since you have been on a diet for... wow a whole week!
How can parents mock or undermine their own children. Are they so sucked into the mire of self pity that they can not wish the best for their children, to hope that their children may achieve something they themselves can only dream about... That these children go on to achieve some amazing results alone and unsupported shows how fabulous humans are, how we all have the strength to go beyond our limits...
I just hope that if you know of anyone who is striving to be better, reaching out for a goal, aiming higher than everyone else, to be their best, that you think like a push up bra... give them lift, give them a platform to rise up on... be the one to stop and lend a hand, be the support that keeps them perky... who knows your one act of support may be the difference between a life lived in joy and health or one spent grasping for help and drowning in the slime....
I'm not just talking about push up bra's here... although god love them where would we be without them... just hanging.. some lower than we would like to admit... just being natural... just showing the world that perky isn't actually available all of your life...
No I'm talking about the support we need to make reaching our goal a thing that can happen without us having to feel like we are trying to achieve a 100 metre dash through neck high slime...
Support is the thing that people who truly love you give you without even realising they are doing it.
Its the Mum who gets up at some "stupid o'clock" time in the middle of winter to make sure that their child is ready and at the pool because said child has decided that they want to swim in the Olympics in some huge amount of time in the future.... only to have darling child announce after 5 years of dedication that swimming now sucks and they have really always wanted to ride for Australia and that the bike they need is onnnnnly $5,000......
Its the partner who stops eating their favorite chocolate bar because they know it drives their husband/wife/boyfriend/girlfriend insane while they are on their competition diet.... they never mention it, they never say they have done it... they just do it... for love...
Support can be the difference... It doesn't guarantee that the person with all the support will be the winner, the best, the greatest... but it sure as hell makes their journey one hell of a lot easier even if they don't, in some cases, realise they are being supported. Yes sometimes the support crew can be so damn fabulous at their job that the supported one doesn't even realise that they are being held up and carried over the slime..... so they never realise they should say a huge heart felt thank you.
With the next round of Queensland bodybuilding competitions only a few weeks away now is probably a really good time for the competitors to look around, pay attention, step away from the ever present mirror and appreciate anyone who is there holding their hand, changing their eating habits, rearranging their lives.... so that the competitor can train, eat, sleep, gain, loose and breath competition...
Of course the other side of the coin is the ones that receive zero support... this I find disgusting and beyond frustrating! To see people actively changing aspects of their lives to reach goals, better themselves, make a difference or just to reach a healthier place who have none or very little support from people who are supposed to love them astounds me. I'm not talking sports people, I'm just talking about your average person-in-the-street who decides that they need to get healthy to be alive next year.
How can people who are your life partners, your loved ones... how can they mock you for wanting to improve, be happy or get well... why would they not encourage you to be the best you can be... why would they insist on sabotaging your efforts by suddenly deciding that giving you a huge packet of chocolate biscuits is just what you need since you have been on a diet for... wow a whole week!
How can parents mock or undermine their own children. Are they so sucked into the mire of self pity that they can not wish the best for their children, to hope that their children may achieve something they themselves can only dream about... That these children go on to achieve some amazing results alone and unsupported shows how fabulous humans are, how we all have the strength to go beyond our limits...
I just hope that if you know of anyone who is striving to be better, reaching out for a goal, aiming higher than everyone else, to be their best, that you think like a push up bra... give them lift, give them a platform to rise up on... be the one to stop and lend a hand, be the support that keeps them perky... who knows your one act of support may be the difference between a life lived in joy and health or one spent grasping for help and drowning in the slime....
Tuesday, 23 August 2011
Peer Pressure
There is a lot of media hype these days about the pressure for people to be thin, fit, toned, perfect...
But what about the Other peer pressure... you know the one... yes you do.. if you are into fitness and health you would have almost definitely come across the Other peer pressure...
"Why don't you eat biscuits???"
"Are you really stillllll worried about your body??"
"why do YOuuuuuu need to go to the gym, aren't you skinny enougfffffff "
"you are no fun now that you don't drink like a fish anymore"
"why can't you sit on the sofa with me and watch TV instead of training tonight"
Yes the Other peer pressure... which it seems is acceptable.. the one where you are made to feel weird or wrong because you chose to be healthy and fit.
What I find really interesting is that the person who bought this up in a conversation today is 72 years old. This wonderful person who can walk for 30 minutes on a incline of 4, with running sprints of 5 mins amongst the incline work, lift pretty decent sized weights with excellent form and eats a healthy not strict, diet was hassled while attending a seniors meeting!
What annoyed the bejesus out of me was that she was told she was thin enough and at her age really was being a bit silly trying to keep fit!! She was told this.. apparently.. by a woman who requires a walking frame due to her obesity...
This fit healthy amazing woman who, I imagine, will never be a burden on society due to health issues, told me she was a little upset that she was obviously being talked about and that it hurt her to think that her "friends" thought she was being silly trying to stay so fit and healthy.... she did tell them she wasn't coming to the gym to be skinny... she was coming to be healthy.. but they didn't believe her.
SEVENTY TWO... when does it stop!!! peer pressure to be unhealthy and to squueze into some oversized baggy mould of obesity and incapacitation... Is this really what our society wants for us...
I still have comments on my lifestyle choices... words are thrown at me like... hard to stick to, tough to live on, you are a bitch... ohhh hang on that last one is usually half way through a PT session... hehehehe
Maybe its time for the media to look at the reasons why the fit and healthy are hassled... instead of the pressure to be fit and healthy..
I told this wonderful lady that I thought the the person making the comments was doing so to convince themselves that they were not the one who should take a long hard look at their life... to be proud of what she can do, what she has done, and who she inspires... me for one... hell I am going to have to work on my cardio now if I hope to run as far and fast as she does when I am 72!
But what about the Other peer pressure... you know the one... yes you do.. if you are into fitness and health you would have almost definitely come across the Other peer pressure...
"Why don't you eat biscuits???"
"Are you really stillllll worried about your body??"
"why do YOuuuuuu need to go to the gym, aren't you skinny enougfffffff "
"you are no fun now that you don't drink like a fish anymore"
"why can't you sit on the sofa with me and watch TV instead of training tonight"
Yes the Other peer pressure... which it seems is acceptable.. the one where you are made to feel weird or wrong because you chose to be healthy and fit.
What I find really interesting is that the person who bought this up in a conversation today is 72 years old. This wonderful person who can walk for 30 minutes on a incline of 4, with running sprints of 5 mins amongst the incline work, lift pretty decent sized weights with excellent form and eats a healthy not strict, diet was hassled while attending a seniors meeting!
What annoyed the bejesus out of me was that she was told she was thin enough and at her age really was being a bit silly trying to keep fit!! She was told this.. apparently.. by a woman who requires a walking frame due to her obesity...
This fit healthy amazing woman who, I imagine, will never be a burden on society due to health issues, told me she was a little upset that she was obviously being talked about and that it hurt her to think that her "friends" thought she was being silly trying to stay so fit and healthy.... she did tell them she wasn't coming to the gym to be skinny... she was coming to be healthy.. but they didn't believe her.
SEVENTY TWO... when does it stop!!! peer pressure to be unhealthy and to squueze into some oversized baggy mould of obesity and incapacitation... Is this really what our society wants for us...
I still have comments on my lifestyle choices... words are thrown at me like... hard to stick to, tough to live on, you are a bitch... ohhh hang on that last one is usually half way through a PT session... hehehehe
Maybe its time for the media to look at the reasons why the fit and healthy are hassled... instead of the pressure to be fit and healthy..
I told this wonderful lady that I thought the the person making the comments was doing so to convince themselves that they were not the one who should take a long hard look at their life... to be proud of what she can do, what she has done, and who she inspires... me for one... hell I am going to have to work on my cardio now if I hope to run as far and fast as she does when I am 72!
Monday, 22 August 2011
Support, goals, keto blah blah blah
Its been ages.... friggin ages... I know.. I know...
Lots of reasons, mostly it has just been me getting my schedule organised enough to have time to blog.. this has taken a lot longer than I thought it would, but I think I ALMOST have my world organised into an untangled mess of times, jobs, nutrition and sleep... ALMOST...
I have somehow managed to have a roster that means 4am wake ups three, sometimes four, days a week. I now think of 5am as a sleep in... 6am is amazing! My biggest problems are convincing the furkids that every day is not a 4am wake up... and convincing my body that when I go to bed at 9pm I do not want to or need to be awake at midnight! This is now a set pattern, if i go to sleep at 8.30pm I am wide awake at 11.30pm. If I go to sleep at 9pm midnight arrives and I am wandering into the kitchen for my nightly 12.14am drink of water... I then toss and turn, if i bother to go back to bed at all, until 4 or 5 depending on when my "wake up" time for the day is.
The upside to this, and yes there is ALWAYS an upside, is that I use these hours to plan devious ways to PT my clients into soggy sweating whimpering messes in half an hour hehehehehehe
The rest of my roster is a finish at around 11.30am with a start back for the evening sessions at between 3.30 and 4pm finishing for the day at around 7.30-8pm. The break in the middle of the day is supposed to be for a workout, some cardio, housework, study and working on my nutrition course and then if I am extremely insanely lucky a Nana nap... that's the theory.. great theory... never happens.. lol.
Anyway the timing of my life is a work in progress. Working these weird hours has resulted in a good number of clients and at this point that is my focus, results for my clients. So I suck it up, sleep most of Sunday and love what I am doing.
My biggest rock at the moment in my road of life is not having a set goal.... no competition looming.... which has left me a little lost... I have now found a new goal... a trip back to NZ in January... but its not really the same... anyway I am working on chipping away at this particular rock and know that soon it will crack and my focus will shine through its cracks...
I have been trying out the Keto diet now for around 6 weeks... in true fashion it has worked awesomely for Hubby... muscle gain fat loss loving it... for me... hmmm in true fashion.. muscle gain not so much of the fat loss... love the diet, for the first time in my life I do not crave sugar... FIRST time EVER in my life... but every week I say I am giving it up... then stick at it for another week... the scales are going up by the calipers say the fat is going down... but it is not very dramatic so I am left praying that the calipers aren't playing games and that i am actually growing muscle and not just heading back to "Big". "Big" is scary... sorry understatement.. to e BIG is fucking terrifying...
In my new role of PT I have discovered two interesting facts... I believe mirrors and scales were invented by men for men... when a man stands on the scales and the numbers go up he immediately thinks "MUSCLE" when a woman steps on the scales and they go up it is immediately assumed to be "FAT".. actually its is almost always assumed to be "FAT ARSE"... When a man looks in t he mirror he only sees his amazing bits... a woman only sees her worse bits... see "FAT ARSE" above...
This is just an observation... which I must leave you to ponder as it is now time for my evening shift...
Shit look at the time.. didn't juggle this very well today..
Lots of reasons, mostly it has just been me getting my schedule organised enough to have time to blog.. this has taken a lot longer than I thought it would, but I think I ALMOST have my world organised into an untangled mess of times, jobs, nutrition and sleep... ALMOST...
I have somehow managed to have a roster that means 4am wake ups three, sometimes four, days a week. I now think of 5am as a sleep in... 6am is amazing! My biggest problems are convincing the furkids that every day is not a 4am wake up... and convincing my body that when I go to bed at 9pm I do not want to or need to be awake at midnight! This is now a set pattern, if i go to sleep at 8.30pm I am wide awake at 11.30pm. If I go to sleep at 9pm midnight arrives and I am wandering into the kitchen for my nightly 12.14am drink of water... I then toss and turn, if i bother to go back to bed at all, until 4 or 5 depending on when my "wake up" time for the day is.
The upside to this, and yes there is ALWAYS an upside, is that I use these hours to plan devious ways to PT my clients into soggy sweating whimpering messes in half an hour hehehehehehe
The rest of my roster is a finish at around 11.30am with a start back for the evening sessions at between 3.30 and 4pm finishing for the day at around 7.30-8pm. The break in the middle of the day is supposed to be for a workout, some cardio, housework, study and working on my nutrition course and then if I am extremely insanely lucky a Nana nap... that's the theory.. great theory... never happens.. lol.
Anyway the timing of my life is a work in progress. Working these weird hours has resulted in a good number of clients and at this point that is my focus, results for my clients. So I suck it up, sleep most of Sunday and love what I am doing.
My biggest rock at the moment in my road of life is not having a set goal.... no competition looming.... which has left me a little lost... I have now found a new goal... a trip back to NZ in January... but its not really the same... anyway I am working on chipping away at this particular rock and know that soon it will crack and my focus will shine through its cracks...
I have been trying out the Keto diet now for around 6 weeks... in true fashion it has worked awesomely for Hubby... muscle gain fat loss loving it... for me... hmmm in true fashion.. muscle gain not so much of the fat loss... love the diet, for the first time in my life I do not crave sugar... FIRST time EVER in my life... but every week I say I am giving it up... then stick at it for another week... the scales are going up by the calipers say the fat is going down... but it is not very dramatic so I am left praying that the calipers aren't playing games and that i am actually growing muscle and not just heading back to "Big". "Big" is scary... sorry understatement.. to e BIG is fucking terrifying...
In my new role of PT I have discovered two interesting facts... I believe mirrors and scales were invented by men for men... when a man stands on the scales and the numbers go up he immediately thinks "MUSCLE" when a woman steps on the scales and they go up it is immediately assumed to be "FAT".. actually its is almost always assumed to be "FAT ARSE"... When a man looks in t he mirror he only sees his amazing bits... a woman only sees her worse bits... see "FAT ARSE" above...
This is just an observation... which I must leave you to ponder as it is now time for my evening shift...
Shit look at the time.. didn't juggle this very well today..
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