Okay, there are only 22 days (but who’s counting) until my competition and I am kind of losing my shit (well, only 3-6 times per day). My weight is not flipping moving! I HATE the scale and wish it would just go to hell. I like the changes I am seeing in my body but the scale is f*cking with my head. I am supposed to be losing 1.5-3lbs per week. This stopped happening about 4 weeks ago. My coach keeps cutting my carbs and I am cycling them. THIS SUCKS! I love, love, love carbs and lose my shit when I am not eating them. On top of cutting carbs even lower, we are cutting out most of the variety in my diet. I like to think of myself as a bit of a creative wizard in the kitchen when it comes to making healthy ass food that tastes like unhealthy food (protein cookies, muffins, cauliflower not so fried rice, etc.). Well, no more of that either. Same food meal after meal, over and over. So basically, if you see me just go the other way.
Why the hell am I doing this you are asking by now? Well, because I want to push myself to limits I have never gone. I want to be leaner, stronger and better than that girl that hit the stage back in April. I found the below quote that says change is hard at first, messy in the middle and gorgeous at the end. It hit home for me and put things into perspective. I am officially stuck in the middle and a mess. I need to refocus my energy and thoughts to the end and why I am doing this. I have a lot more to gain than I have to lose.