The Breaking Point

I’m 3 weeks out from my very first body sculpting competition. I’ve always thought of doing one, it wasn’t until watching my sister do one that really sparked my courage and inspiration. Today I’ve done two lots of cardio, first was high intensity and second was an hour walk in the arvo, this is not normally how I’d attack my cardio sessions.

Let’s start by saying I had a really good day. It was productive, I got up early went to the gym, relaxed and got my hair done and then in the arvo went for a walk with my sister, who is also my coach. Plus I also ate all my food on the meal plan pretty perfectly (Not unusual, but I’m not going to lie and say I haven’t stuffed up at least once, I am human)

But it’s now I’m at home with my boyfriend, I’m seriously out of energy and I feel like I cannot even get up to go to the bathroom. Everything is so hard. SO HARD!


To the point where I’m wondering if I can go through three more weeks of feeling like this. Crying to my boyfriend, sobbing that I’m just so exhausted.
So many questions running in my head;
Can I do this?
Is 3 weeks really that long?
Is this normal? 
How do I do this?
When will I start feeling better?
What is wrong with me?
Am I that weak that I can’t do this?

But all through this I’m not asking why this is important to me. Why am I doing this?

Well, to be honest I’m doing this for the experience. As a Personal Trainer I wanted to know what it feels like to prepare your body for something as extreme as this.  And I take my hat off to those that do this for their professional life. It takes so much dedication to every aspect of your life. It sure is fun, but it’s also a shit load of hard work.
●Preparing meals, every God damn week
●Weighing your food (at raw measure)
●Body fat measurements
●Adjusting meal plans
●Increasing training
●Increasing cardio
●Decreasing the right foods at the right time
●Posing classes/coaches
●Getting stage ready (the fun/expensive  part, bikinis, shoes, tan, hair, makeup)

All while doing what you do to make ends meet, so you can damn well pay to be apart of a membership, so you can then pay to get on stage.

So three weeks to go.
The final question I’ll ask myself tonight.
Can I do this?
Yes, yes I can.  I’ve come too far to give up. Why would I be giving up when I’ve worked so hard to get to this point.

I said I wanted experience and experience so far teaches me that it’s important not to give up.  It’s hard, but the hardest things are often the most rewarding.





We began our journey in a small hostel in the streets of Amsterdam rather early in the morning, walking from the main train station with 15kg each prodding into our backs (stupid heels I only wore once 😂).

We managed to walk up and back in the same street for about 10 mins blindly looking for our hostel, only to be right in front of us the whole time! We unpacked our bags, got changed into some running gear and went on our way!

We ran to the main square, looked up to the sky line and pointed to the tallest building we could see! This destination is where we could stop for some body weight HIIT sessions. We ran all around the city, exploring and getting lost, only realising the time as we began to get hungry. We stopped in a local supermarket to grab some muesli, stevia drops and capsicums  (I love to eat them like apples!) On our way home we stopped by the Anne Frank House only to see the second best invention for this city of bicycles, was the Canal Bikes! We knew exactly what next few days adventure would entail!


But first, we decided to join along in a free walking tour around the city, it’s a perfect way to meet fellow travelers, see the city, learn some new things and get in that extra bit of exercise!

We were also given some of the best advice for coffee shops and great restaurants. And boy healthy food is what we found! Amsterdam is full of beautiful sights and great food (it’s not just for its reputation!) Not to mention, it’s one of the healthiest cities in the world, they actually have more bicycles than people!

On that note, we rented some bicycles with some like minded travelers and cycled around the city, starting at the Iamsterdam sign, all the way to the beer brewing windmill, which brews so many different kinds of beers! We had a few taste tests between us, and finished off the afternoon with a bike ride in the sunset!

The Canal Bikes, they are a lot harder than they look. We thought it would be a good idea to take some healthy snacks and have a mini picnic while we leisurely rode through… boy were we wrong. Leisurely is not the word I would use. It was hard to get used to the steering and peddling, I have to say I was much better. Though still managed to bump and scrape into many, many boats on our way through. (Which we got in trouble for! Whoops!)

So while I was doing the hard work, Jess was fueling my legs and brain our small portions of cheeses and dips with carrot sticks. Till we realised the last 40 minutes of meandering through the canals had given us 20 minutes to get back before we got charged extra! Fueled with our picnic we sprinted that run home, and to our surprise we only bumped a 2-3 moored boats on the side of the canals as apposed to the 1000000 before!


Definitely scraped those two boats!

Before hopping on our way to we decided to finish our day with a tour through the Anne Frank House, this has to be one of the biggest recommended places to see when you go to Amsterdam. It is such an eye opener, not only to see what everyone had to go through, but also the comradeship that went on with the community.

We quickly snatched up some cheesy (get it! Ha, there’s so much cheese!) souvenirs from local markets before departing on an overnight train where we would only hop off in Berlin!

Amsterdam beanie 😀

But Berlin is a story for next time!

Amsterdam 10/10

Little Care, Lots of Love

Ah the EU, so big, so beautiful. Full of culture, history, languages and most of all FOOD!

I can say the first time I discovered Europe, I fell in love, with absolutely everything. Which is why I will always want to go back, Europe has a piece of my heart forever. This is why I was so forgiving when I came back with a few more kilos and a lot more love.

We touched down in London and flew across to Palma Mallorca, Spain, where we spent 3 full days drinking Sangria by the beach and soaking up the sun and sand. Plus after all that flying, I’d earned it right!?


We then followed on to the La Tomatina festival in Valencia, which is easily one of the top ten moments of my life. We were escorted to a small town nearby, 100’s of tourists, packed like sardines, waiting for someone to slap the ham on top of that grease covered pole. Yep, I like this country. FOOD FIGHTS! We happily trotted our way back to the city covered in tomatoes, stinging eyes and laughable memories. The rest of Spain was closely followed by more culture, tapas galore and you guessed it SANGRIA!

Topdeck, yes a Topdeck tour. I wonder what this might entail, you ask? Well, you could probably guess. It all started with a Long Island Iced Tea, who persuaded us to trial them all around the continent. It begins the night and ends it at the same time, but fills you with laughter and confidence. In between these nights came the mornings of hell, but afternoons of bliss, when you arrive in a new city, ready to explore and try your chance at finding a place for a drink “Dove posso trvare una birra”

My one regret with this topdeck trip is that I really would have loved to experience more of my surroundings, taking everything in, instead of focusing on when the next party was. There were a couple destinations I didn’t get much of a chance to see because I wasn’t feeling well from the previous night. Don’t get me wrong, I saw and experienced a wonderful amount, but I’m greedy and I wanted more!

It was after the 5 days of Oktoberfest that I really felt it, swollen, sore, tired and grumpy all because I wasn’t paying attention to the signals of help that my body was telling me. After a few fun nights of drinking litre after litre of German bier, and doing an appalling job of not eating the bretzels we said we wouldn’t eat. (which were to DIE for!)



This was the moment that turned for me, I had never felt so unhealthy in my life, after filling my body instead of fueling it. I had been somewhat regularly active in my life prior to Europe, it was this feeling, whilst running to a train, feeling unhealthy, puffed from those few metres, that I decided to change the way I thought about travel. I didn’t have the education behind me, so when I came back from my love, I threw myself into a new love, one that had always been with me, in the back of my mind, Health.

I still had two more weeks of traveling to do, not knowing where to start, I headed for the Internet (big mistake) full of crash diets, low carb, no carb, detoxes, fasting, the list didn’t end! So what did I decide? Well to be more active on my holiday by walking a lot more (esp at the Plitvice Lakes, Croatia, which everyone should go see!)

But also the first Monday I got back (yes everything has to start on a Monday!) I started my journey to become a Personal Trainer, not only did I do this for myself,  but so I could share these experiences with others!

Pictured: 2013 first day back from Europe and current March 2016