It’s official – I finally registered for the Oregon State Bodybuilding Championships! I kept going to register and then stopping when they asked me for my title/hobbies/achievements, because I couldn’t think of anything to put there. Apparently they read out your job and hobbies while you’re on stage, making it appallingly similar to a beauty pageant (in case it wasn’t enough like that already).
As of tomorrow I’ll be two weeks out. It’s possible I’ll do a couple more shows in October, which means I would get a few weeks in July to eat everything I want, and then back to dieting. I was feeling pretty unsure as to whether I would do anymore shows or not, until dieting got more frustrating but also I was seeing my abs for the first time. So now I’m wildly fluctuating between being absolutely sure I’m never going to do this again and making plans to be a professional bikini competitor. I’ll probably be able to come up with a more reliable plan once this show is in the books.
Yesterday was my birthday, and it was my first birthday ever that I wasn’t super excited about, mostly because I couldn’t eat anything amazing – but also because I have too much other exciting stuff going on in my life. I still love my birthday though, so I made the executive decision to move it to June 29th this year. Because really, birthdays just mean the day you eat a cake with your name on it. I did get an honorary fruit treat that I had a few bites of though. It says HIPPY BIRD on it, in case you can’t tell.
Even though I complain about not eating birthday cake or my normal everyday cake a lot, I have to emphasize that there are some awesome parts about this whole process. Remember back in February when my belly looked like this (picture removed 8/11/15)?
Now it looks like the belly on the right (the left side is from about a month ago). I didn’t used to be the kind of girl to put her belly all over the internet, but narcissism is reaching all-time highs. Plus, I live in Portland and it’s June, which means I’m still wearing jeans and sweatshirts all the time and people keep asking me how my training is going and then look confused when I respond with, “it’s going AWESOME, can’t you tell?” Nobody can tell. I literally look exactly the same except for when I lift my shirt up like this (picture removed 8/11/15):
Also, I don’t actually usually say it’s going awesome, I usually say “I want a cake with my name on it.” But truthfully, I do feel pretty awesome about it, and a cake with my name on it is only two weeks away!
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I am ashamed to take off my T-Shirt when I get to the pool. I’ve tried workouts but they don’t work. Can’t diet because I love food way too much. All my friends make fun of me because my belly jiggles. What do I do?
Take off your shirt and learn to love your jiggle!