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As I sit on my return flight from quite honestly, the best and most satisfying holiday of my life, I feel the need to express my surprise.
Switching off, relaxing, not training and eating "normally". Erm, no. I don't do that. We don't do that. Were my words to a number of people before I left for Turkey. I'm going to do my best to relax but stick to clean eating. It's my lifestyle. True, yes. It is very much my lifestyle. My career depends on it in fact. But is it really 1) achievable for a foodie like me, 2) achievable when my man can pretty much eat what he likes and retain a killer 8 pack and 3) that good for me mentally?
When Tom and I decided we were to take a holiday, our words were - no training, just relaxation away from reality. Switch off, just us two, quality time. When I then mentioned my concern for eating clean, Tom was quick to tell me otherwise. Suggesting I was mad, the whole reason we were going away was to escape our reality; gym, Tupperware and all. And to a certain extent I agreed. But that didn't mean I wasn't petrified of the outcome of a week off plan.
Firstly, I just need to look at a slice of bread or cake and my weight rockets. I can then however, shift it fast too, with a combination of perfect nutrition, willingness to workout and determination like no other. But, the deal was, no training. Hmm. This wasn't going to be easy.
Secondly, there was no kitchen. No where for me to get all OCD, weigh my food, and follow my usual steps to Tupperware perfection. Again, this was pre planned, knowing the food in Turkey is cheap and can be clean, with grilled meat and fish and salads being a staple food choice.
This all sounds doable... Right?
To my complete surprise, my mindset had changed completely by the end of day one.
Being completely comfortable that I wanted to eat ice cream, have a few G & T's and enjoy foods that I wouldn't usually have. Knowing I would gain a few, ok so more like a lot of pounds, suddenly became less of a priority. Yes, I did go for several 5k runs, first thing while sleeping beauty had his lie ins, but that wasn't for weight management. I just really wanted to run. My food choices were, and always will be, never completely OTT. I love grilled fish, chicken, veg and salads, and don't enjoy fried food, especially chips (YUK). But it was the boozy dinners, deserts, sneaky biscuits and large portions that have made me pile on the pounds. Two things that are NEVER part of my diet back home - booze and sugar. "Pointless calories to feel shit" would be my usual mindset.
A typical meal in Icmeler, Turkey.
As I said previously, I sit on my return flight to London, A LOT fluffier, and actually pretty uncomfortable. Full of water retention in my legs and certainly no abs. But for the first time in a long time, I really couldn't care less.
Firstly, I know I will get the weight off within a few weeks, and feel comfortable in just a couple of days.
Secondly, I know I didn't hold back. At all. And I'm quite honestly, extremely proud of myself. I make myself feel guilty for the most minor of errors in my diet and training back home. So it's actually, an achievement for me not to care.
But most importantly, it's made me realise how lucky I am to have my man. For those of you that didn't see my post on social media (queue soppy post)...
"I will never be ungreatful for being the luckiest girl in the world. I'm told a lot, and it never gets old. Believe me, I know more than anyone.
Anyone who knows me knows how insecure I can be, about my body and most significantly, my skin and wearing makeup. Never have I ever worn nothing on my face to leave the house, go to the gym or even head to the beach. But then again, never have I ever been so comfortable and in love.
Always filling me with confidence, telling me I'm beautiful, that it doesn't matter, that I've no one to impress. Yes, I'm fluffier than a week ago but I wouldn't change it for the world. This has been the best week of my life, not because of a fancy hotel or beautiful surroundings. But because of how I've been made to feel so special.
My PIC, my man, my love.
Truly my best friend.
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Being happy and comfortable is one thing, and getting too comfortable is another. I will never lose sight of my aspirations as a competitor, fitness model, personal trainer and motivator. I'll therefore never allow an episode of relaxation like this to happen frequently, and I'm genuinely looking forward to getting in the gym, sweating buckets and prepping my food to get the weight off. But ultimately, I'm happy, proud and so thankful for my biggest supporter and best friend who made me feel so content and realise that life's for living... And ice cream.