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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.

How Much Sleep Do You REALLY Need?

For top performance, sleep is required because it's needed for healthy brain function.
I need more sleep

I need sleep. I’m exhausted. I keep seeing all these posts about people getting sick and having to take a week off. It’s making me paranoid. But I still can’t seem to get everything I want to get done in just 16 hours (or 17 or 18).

On Thursday, I went to see Beauty & the Beast, which was amazing, by the way. Despite this, I fell asleep for at least 5 minutes at some point and kind of did that old-man-in-church-head-bob thing. Then, I dug these Listerine strips out of my purse. I kept eating them because they’re MINTY FRESH and they “shocked” me awake.

Now, it’s Monday. A new week, a new (more rested) me. My goal this week, more than anything else, is to get enough shut eye. I only have 40 (yes, FORTY) days to pull everything together. So, I cannot afford to spend a week of that recovering from a cold.

I wish this post was more hilarious but priorities, people. I’m off to sleep for at least 9 hours.

Will try to post mid-week with a “what I’m eating” meal plan since I’ve received a lot of questions about that.

Peace out ✌🏻and sweet dreams 😴

NPC Bikini Competition Suit

After I met with my coach last Saturday I was so pumped. I mean, if she believes I can go from suuuuuper average to stage ready by April 8, why should I have any reason not to believe her? She’s the expert after all, not me.

She gave me a list of things to buy:

  • Competition Jewelry
  • Shoes
  • Bikini

Cost of an NPC Competition Suit

So the NPC bikini. There’s a couple of reasons why those models look so good in them. First, and most obviously, the girls wearing them are fit AF. But also, they’re like $300 bucks MINIMUM. You can drop a grand easy. The more you spend, the more bling you get. I compare it to triathlons – you can get an entry level from bikesdirect.com or spend more than the cost of a pre-owned Subaru. I opted for the bikes direct version.

I contact the NPC bikini maker (Seamstress? Bedazzler?) and she asks for my height, weight, hip size, chest size. Normal stuff for a custom, blinged-out bikini. And then she says “ok so you’re 5’2″ so your competition weight will be what, like 105? 110?”

Hold the f***ing phone. 105?! I’m 122! And I’m not starving and eating celery sticks over here but I do NOT have another 17 pounds to lose! I literally just lost 17 pounds.

How Much Do NPC Competitors Weigh?

I immediately start googling BMI charts and NPC competitors’ weight like my life depends on it. Turns out, 105 at 5’2″ is definitely unrealistic and unhealthy for me (Have you seen my chest? Right there is at least 10 pounds).

But then again, maybe everything that everyone (who, by the way, has NEVER competed) is telling me is true – that this is a totally unhealthy sport where you basically starve yourself, develop an eating disorder and die.

Maybe not.

Time to call the coach…

So ya, I overreacted. Which comes as no surprise to ANYONE who knows me at all, I’m sure.

According to my coach (and my mother) I HAVE to stop obsessing over the scale. Instead, I get to obsess over inches – where they are currently, where they should be, where they should not be.

And this week, I’m happy to report I’ve lost one inch from my waist. So I guess eating chicken and broccoli every 3 hours is working. Bring on that bikini.