Well, talk about a roller coaster. As my trainer and my friends will attest to, I was frustrated, I was annoyed, and I was pouting. These last few days, I questioned competing, questioned why I do any of this, if it is really all worth it, and had the mindset of I will never be good enough. I got angry reading Facebook posts about how great everyone is and how they wouldn’t dare go off their meal plan over the holidays.
This past week:
Did I go off my meal plan? NO ( I had my allotted cheat meal and one extra beer, think I will be ok)
Did I get in all my weight workouts for the week? NOT YET, FINAL ONE TOMORROW!!
Did I do all my cardio? YES, “very challenging” cardio as commanded by my trainer
Did I prep my food for the week ahead? YES, you better believe it.
Did I chug my water? YES
So I sit here tonight, almost laughing at myself for getting into such a tizzy. I need to quit my pouting, I am far too strong for this crap. Now if you compete and you are reading this and say, wow I have never experienced any of this, I challenge you to be honest with yourself. We all have our days. At least, I think we do. We know deep down what we are doing is going to get us to be the best we can be. We trust the workouts and diet are enough. We have faith that when we hit the home stretch we will be prepared. I wasn’t let down last year, and I don’t expect to be this year. We forget that it isn’t just about what we look like, but it’s what we are becoming, and that is far greater then 10 minutes on stage. It’s the discipline we command, the confidence we exude, the admiration we often unknowingly receive, and experience of transforming our bodies into amazing and efficient machines.
77 days. I am looking at a countdown of 77 days to show time. Will I be ready? Time will tell, but if I am not, you better believe there is another show right around the corner!
