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Is Your Job Making You Fat?

There are plenty of studies out there that show a correlation between stress and weight gain. And while I’m not one to discount science, I’m also a strong believer in putting in the work and seeing results.

6 weeks ago, I started a 3-month bootcamp with this trainer, L.B. Smith (who is amazing, by the way, and if you’re living in Tallahassee you should check out his classes) with the goal of losing about 8 lbs or lowering my overall body fat percentage from 30 to 22.

For 6 weeks, I followed his diet plan (about 1,700 calories) and made every workout, which included two-a-days on Mondays and Fridays. And nothing changed. Zip. Nada.

And then I quit my state job that was literally sucking the life and soul out of me and joined a real estate startup that is equal parts awesome and terrifying…and I lost 5 pounds.

It seems a little counterintuitive – that I join a more risky company, where I know less about the core business model and the expectations are literally sky high in comparison to my last job – and I lose weight…but guess what?! I am ridiculously fucking happy. And excited to go to work every morning.

So I guess happiness really IS the secret ingredient…mom was right.

Again.

What’s Next? Life after an NPC Bikini Competition

It’s been two weeks since I competed in the Jax Physique competition. Also known as my Miss Columbia Moment. Also known as the 4th worst day of my life. 

I’ve had a lot of time to process almost every negative emotion: sadness, anger, depression, rage, frustration, fuck-it-maybe-my-dad-was-right (does that count as an emotion?). 

But mostly I’ve had this overwhelming feeling of “what’s next?”

Right now, it’s not another competition. 

I’ve done the triathlon thing, long distance running, soccer, swimming, even adult league kickball. And while they all have their merits, I don’t get the same feeling of excitement and passion as I do when I lift.

So the bottom line is – I don’t have a competition plan. And it stresses me out because I have plans, and then I have backup plans and then I have backup plans for those plans. 

But I do have goals:

I’m working on rock hard abs by July (so back on that low carb diet…after Austin). 

I’m looking into getting my personal training certification. 

I’m experimenting with more recipes and trying to master IIFYM

And I’m going to run a 10K in June

So I’ll keep lifting. I’ll keep blogging. And I’ll keep exploring to figure out what my next big challenge will be. 

So stay tuned! 

Do you smell that? What You Eat on NPC Prep

When I was growing up, my parents had a garden. They grew carrots, lettuce, peas and tomatoes. They also grew chives.

For those of you who don’t know what chives are, they’re like a green onion and when they bloom, a pretty puffy purple flower appears on the top of the stalk.

My little sister loved chives. She used to go out to the garden and pluck the flowers and eat them. A spicy-with-a-hint-of-sweet treat. This wasn’t really a problem – it’s not like you can O.D. on chives. Except for one minor detail…

My sister and I shared a bedroom. A very tiny bedroom, with bunk beds. In the summer, it would get hot. When it would get hot, my sister would start to sweat (in all fairness, I’m sure I did too). But my sister, she ate so many of those puffy purple chive flowers, that when she would sweat, it would SMELL like chives.

My mom would come into our room in the morning, throw open the window and tell me “don’t let your sister eat any chives today! You could ward off a vampire with that smell!”

Being the perfect oldest (tattletale) sister, I would abide – ratting her and her chives habit out – “mommmmmm, she’s in the garden againnnnnn”.

So why do I share this seemingly pointless story?

For two weeks, three meals a day, I’ve eaten fish. Fish stinks. I’ve eaten so much of it, I’m worried I’ll start to smell like a fish. I don’t think this is an unreasonable fear – considering my personal experience with the chives. I’ve also heard of people who eat a lot of carrots and their skin turns orange – like an Oompa Loompa or a Jersey Shore spray tan.

So now I’m hungry, tired and have a semi-rational fear of smelling like a fish. “Can people smell it in my hair? On my breath? Is it oozing out of my pores?”

Just what every woman wants.

19 days to go.

Smell ya later.