Out and about, sat at Planet Organic and a friend from the Crossfit days comes in and we start chatting…all is well until she says, “hey you’ve gotten skinny” - game over, man. GAME F***ING OVER. I need all the carbs and all the weights. NAO! :( (last time she saw me I was 65kg…I’m 61kg at the mo. *cries* ;_; )
Warning: This is a long ass brain dump. Shit won’t make sense, and you’ll probably think I’ve lost it. You wouldn’t be wrong.
It’s been over a year since I decided I wanted to get myself involved with the fitness industry as a way of helping people. The initial logic made sense: I like being fit, I like helping people, people always asked me fitness questions. So surely I should be a personal…
So… since hitting that sweet 142.5kg deadlift, I have no wind in my sails… my 2014 target was achieved 7 months early. I got stuff I *could* be doing but very much - meh - about them… I’ve signed up to go swimming as it’s not far from the iron gym. My food bill is about to quadruple