I will admit writing the title of this blog did scare me a little bit, 139 days of diet…. I am sure it will fly by (well I hope it will). So you have guessed right, the blogs have started back up as I am back on prep ready for competing next year.

I will have to start this blog with a serious update and it pains me to write this, purely because I miss abusing him verbally at work, but Phil (who is no longer 1 foot taller than me) and I are no longer working together as I have moved projects. Do not panic, I still go and chat to him and shout at him from across the office and this will continue until either one of us is sacked or get a new job. Recently we have played the ‘you’re boring’ game which involves Phil (who is no longer 1 foot taller than me) and I saying ‘you’re boring’ and trying to be the last person to say it. This has involved emails with it written in white so you can’t see it until its highlighted and writing it in different languages. So far I am winning.

You will have noticed in the above section that Phil is no longer 1 foot taller than me and this is because I have grown. Yes, I am a modern day miracle of science and have grown from 5’2″ to 5’3.7″.

So prior to the start of prep I have been following a diet which has seen an increase in my calorie intake which has definiately helped with muscle growth and energy. This should also mean that this prep should be less detrimental to my health and general mental wellbeing (although that I cannot guarantee) but also I should achieve better results as I won’t have to starve myself and exercise for 20 hours every day (slight exaggeration but helps create an image of total craziness which my last prep was – although that could just be me).

So I will start this prep on a kind of carb cycle and follow my current training plan in which I train legs three times a week, shoulders twice a weeks and back/biceps/triceps once a week. I need to start incorporating abs training as this is a weak area for me.

The new team I am working with has been informed of prep and what normally happens and the mood board has made an appearance on my desk at work. The new team has decided that if I look angry they will throw little pieces of chicken at me like a seal being fed in the zoo – I am looking forward to this.

In order to be completely focused on this prep, I have decided to close the dating window and not even entertain the thought of dating. Now this would actually mean something and have some slight impact if indeed I had been on a date this year, but I haven’t. However it is important for anyone who was considering on asking me out on a date to now be aware that this opportunity has passed until I have finished competing.

The last lot of blogs ended with the Facebook ‘Friend’ message of the day/week. Unfortunately either people have cottoned on or the pool of weirdos asking me things has dried up. So for now I will provide little snippets of hilariousness from my recently holiday to Lanzarote staying with my best Buddy Sophie (the pole dancer) and her family. 

Holiday Highlight;

So my flight out was at 6am from Leeds/Bradford airport and someone looked familiar in the queue waiting to board. I soon realised it was the chef from the farm shop across the road who I have watched fondling the sausages and black pudding on the baking trays whilst dishing up. I thought it best not to approach him as I had not brushed my hair and it resembled a birds nest and I don’t think I had fastened up my coat properly, so looked a bit special. On the flight back he was there again and I ended up stood behind him in the queue to board,but instead of saying hello, or smiling or behave normally, I just got the giggles and looked away every time he turned round. So whilst walking to customs back home he ends up catching me up and walking alongside me. I don’t say hello I just ask him if he works at the farm shop, he says yes and said he knew he had seen me somewhere and was I the girl that ordered two breakfasts – yes that is me. I would just like to point out that toast does not come with the English breakfast and you have to order that separately so it looks like you are having two breakfasts when in fact you are just having one. He asks if I am coming in tomorrow for breakfast and I go straight into the whole boring speech about how I am going back on diet next week so not really. At this point his eyes have glazed over and he looks bored to death, so to spice things up I tell him that I have always wanted to be a competitive eater as I am really good at eating. He looks at me as the lady airport customs person asks if we are travelling together, he shouts no, runs to have his passport checked and then starts talking on his phone walking quickly away from me in the opposite direction to the exit. I don’t think I will be getting any free slices of black pudding of that chef!