Meet my best mate Harry the Heatpack. I rely on him 2-3 days out of every month and guaranteed he pulls through. What a man.
When Aunt Flo comes for a visit, Harry rocks up too. He brings Naprogesic, lots of water, some Lite Aeroplane Jelly, my favourite herbal tea, a big hug for the sookiness and even sometimes some ice cream or chocolate. Aunt Flo is really mean and adds 1-3kg to my weight, bloats me like a MF, pulls my ovaries in 47,634 directions, makes me want to yell or cry or sometimes both, makes me break out across the bottom of my cheeks and sometimes back, makes me either not want to eat anything, or eat every. single. thing in sight. She also hangs around for much longer than anyone would like, comes unwantingly 12 times per year and is generally just a pain in the ass. Honestly Aunt Flo, no one likes you.
But Harry manages to control all that eventually. Shout out to Harry, you can stay 👫
I left myself in the gym this week. I literally left every bit of what I had to give there. Sweat, tears, bruises and completely sore tonight to where I can barely move. The gym is my place where I find my center and where I go to find clarity. I feel that if I am working on myself, I can be better for those around me. If I can drive, reach new goals and be able to prove it with my progress, it shows my passion and commitment to those that are close to me. I give all of myself to the people in my life and I give all of myself to myself in the gym, so when life starts to fall short, I can always count on myself to get back exactly what I give in there. I hold myself accountable. Fitness is no where in the realm of superficial, that’s in the mind of a person. Mentally and emotionally stronger is my main goal when I lift any weight... everything else is just icing on the cake. .