Sick of resting!

Sick of resting!

After my competition last Sunday, Alanna wanted me to take two full weeks off. Given I’d already had 10 days off leading up to the competition, I knew I’d go crazy with close to a month out of the gym! So we reached a compromise and I’m heading back tonight, however, I’m still not allowed to do any of the main lifts until next week – it’s all boring accessory exercises. Trust the master, trust the master.

My next competition is the qualifier for England’s Strongest Woman on June 7. The events are:

  • Log press: 50kg (110lbs) – max reps in 60 seconds
  • Deadlift: 135kg (297lbs) – max reps in 60 seconds
  • Yoke: 160kg (353lbs)
  • Wheelbarrow load: four kegs of weights TBC
  • Car carry

I’m screwed considering events #1 and #2 are my current maxes, so the idea of repping those weights is laughable. Where are the steroids at? Kidding, mum!

But the other events sound fun, especially the car carry. Yeah, strongwoman is definitely more fun than powerlifting. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t crapping myself, considering this is only the qualifier and all.

Exactly what it sounds like. BAMF.

Exactly what it sounds like. BAMF.


I would like to say I’m still on a post-comp high but last week was one of the worst weeks I’ve had in a while. In my life, when it rains, it pours! In a matter of days I experienced a medical emergency, received terrible visa news, and also had a personal drama that saw me spend most of Sunday depressed in bed.

I had a fragment of contact lens stuck in my eye for almost two weeks, but it took 10 days for me to feel it. I have experienced my fair share of eye-related pain (and always in the damn left eye!) but this was on another level. It felt like my eyeball was on fire, I became extremely light-sensitive and within a couple of hours my eye started clouding over. I was in agony regardless of whether I had my eye open or closed.

The next morning I went straight to emergency and, after spending a loooong three hours staring at a wall, I was seen. I could not stop crying and my eye had almost swollen shut. So having someone poke around in there and flip my eyelid inside out was super fun. It’s not like I’m a stranger to gross eye things.

They got the lens out but there is a chance there could be more in there, so I have to go back later this week for another look. I had the beginning stages of an ulcer and they told me that if I had waited just 24 hours longer to be seen, I would have likely lost my sight. Oh fun.

I'm not allowed to wear contacts for a while :(

I’m not allowed to wear contacts for a while 🙁

I’m creating a nasty habit of winding up in hospital within three days of competitions. Given I had just competed in powerlifting (which is something I have to be very careful about due to the pressure maximal lifting creates in the eye), my initial thought was that my retina had detached again, but that didn’t explain the fact that the pain was entirely external. It was merely a coincidence.

Moving on to less squeamish topics, I actually wasn’t that sore after the competition. On Monday, Em and I had a Girls marathon. We had planned to make sundaes but we were both still nursing bloated bellies and sugar hangovers from the weekend.

So we restrained ourselves with rotisserie chicken, potatoes and salad…


… and “kept it healthy” with our dessert of crepes with salted caramel chocolate spread and Biscoff spread. Nom nom nom.


Tuesday and Wednesday I rested completely because of my eye. I ate a lot of sugar and was very much enjoying the fact I didn’t have to worry about my weight.

Not a single macro was counted!

Not a single macro was counted!

After the medical ordeal, I wanted a burger. I popped into the gym beforehand and saw 10 people I’d never seen before (which is unusual considering my gym is super small). Do I even go here?


I went for a 30 minute run on both Thursday and Friday. I wish I was joking when I said that I felt more muscle soreness from running than from my competition! It was the first time I’d run in about three weeks so I knew it was going to hurt.

On Saturday, I was back at dancing. It was no easy feat keeping my glasses on my face given the amount of hair flipping my teacher choreographs! Here’s a video from about a month ago. You won’t be able to miss me as I’m front row, centre.

On Saturday night, I had two glasses of wine (my first alcohol this year!) and then a whole block of Dairy Milk with Oreo.

Lamb and shepherd's pie

Lamb and shepherd’s pie

On Sunday morning, I wanted to see the damage of a week of eating off the rails so I stepped on the scale… only to weigh 74.4kg! WTF. Who needs to undergo the hell of water manipulation when you can just eat sugar all week and make weight? My body is weird.

I wasn’t quite as diligent with my yoga last week and only squeezed in two sessions. While I obviously couldn’t do any inversions with my eye in the state it was, it’s also partly because I’ve started learning French and fitting in 30-45 minutes of study a day means making some sacrifices.

Hopefully I will have some more exciting updates for you next week, although that’s unlikely given the content of my programming. Get me back under the barbell, please!

Have you ever lost weight when you expected to gain? Have you ever had a scary eye situation? Do you feel more sore after doing weights or cardio?


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