So I’m sitting here in a cafe with a lovely iced coffee and unusual egg in a spinach cup thingy the likes of which I have never seen anywhere else. For lunch I am off to Nandos and last night I ate Ben and Jerrys straight out of the tub with a spoon. This is all part of what I shall name the “normal experiment”. For 10 days I am living like a normal person…I am not training (resistance or cardio) and I am relaxed on my diet. I am allowing myself to have things that I fancy, whenever I fancy them. I am allowing myself alcohol. I haven’t eaten broccoli in a week. 10 days. On Monday I shall weigh myself, take honest photos (no sucking in, favourable lighting or editing the contrast on photoshop - you know what I’m talking about!) and have my bodyfat% measured by a fellow PT who is most likely going to think “holy crap how did this girl compete”?!
This all came about due to the previously mentioned tears in the squat rack but instead of having the attitude of “holy shit I’m going to get fat and horrible and it’s gonna suck” I have decided to embrace this, throw myself into it and write about the process. Consider this an introduction to an unexpected post by a figure competitor…the post that reveals what happens when you step out of the world you are so used to and back into what most consider to be normal. I shall write up my findings of this experiment once it has been completed. As for now, I have 2 more days of “normality” and I can tell you now…I’ll be glad when Monday rolls around with its cold broccoli and grilled chicken. Now please excuse me whilst I go and devour some Nandos chicken….