Lift Like a Girl- They all have lovely bottoms

So I've been writing and deleting this blog for about a week now.

I just didn't really know what I wanted to say-

 I wanted to have a moan and a little whinge but then does anyone actually really give a shit? Do you honestly want to read me complaining about the fact that I don't have a perfect instagram bod? and that I have a hankering for Ben and Jerry's Peanut Butter Cups and Chocolate fudge brownie? (just side bar has anyone seen the new sandwichs...can't cope), that I had a cry over my Reeses Pieces Easter Egg because my boyfriend asked for a bite of it next week when I'm finally getting around to eating it?
That I then had a cry while deadlifting because Max and Orla were taunting me about Orla's homemade peanut butter cups?

I know I wouldn't.

My training is tough BUT nothing I can't handle- I'm actually enjoying it, it's just mentally tough right now, my diets super strict but I'm not hungry just I have such cravings which is making me unbearable. And I keep taunting myself.

My mommabear was here yesterday and it took her and my bestie Amy to remind me what I've put my body thru over the years.

"You cook now? and it's NOT from a deep fat fryer?"

I for years lived of sausages, chips and beans.

"Remember when the only thing she would eat was chicken and potato salad rolls?"

"And the time she thought she'd throw up because we gave her scampi and she thought it was a chicken nugget"

Now fast forward on and I actually enjoy cooking healthy foods so much, not a big fan of cleaning but as good ol Carmelo Fox put it "You win some you lose some"

So me and Ieva's shoot is on this Saturday with the ever talented Sean Mc Cormack who I'm lucky enough to be able to call my friend.

"One more week" I keep saying to myself. But one more week will eventually turn into a lifetime of me procrastinating.

I found this picture from when I was in Thailand last year with one of my bestos Sarah.

I remember we were standing there sunburnt to shit after falling asleep on a boat after a pub crawl and the two of us were staring down at our tummies talking about how fat we were and I remember thinking "I'm going to sort myself out when I get home"

Fast forward a year and I'm still "sorting myself out" and I've done the complete opposite to what I preach. I constantly compare myself to other girls.

I especially love this girl. She has my dream bod

 Becky Lomas

However having my usual creep the other day and this came upon this 

she's pregnant. WITH A FOOD BABY!!! 

It was actually refreshing and it made me so happy and a kick up the hole that these girls are normal.

Fuck it. I'm in a great place in my life, I have wonderful friends an amazing boyfriend the worlds best family a great job and I just got signed by the beautiful Caroline at Carried Away PR so I'm awfully excited for whats to come.

And I'm proud of all the damn hard work I've put in- training two programmes 5 days a week. I'm so happy to have found Maximum Results, and the banter I've had getting into shape. It's been so hard at times but I'm happy I can deadlift double my body weight, and I can be disciplined enough to stay off the beer and take aways for something I want.
And damn it I'm doing ok.

I've been stressing out over taking a picture at the end of the day, and hey! if that's one of my biggest stressers right now- I'll take it.

One more day until the shoot and then one week to Full Power where I get to squat, deadlift and bench all in one day and who in their right mind thought I'd be excited about that!