I love fitness. I love working out, I love seeing results and I love feeling good about my health, because I haven’t always.
Body confidence has been a battle for me through my teenage years, like everyone else I’m sure! I was very naturally ‘thin’ and I felt as though I was shapeless. I was surrounded by women in my family who were shapely and curvy and I felt so odd about my body and people certainly didn’t hold back when making comments about it. I had no natural curves and most of the time I could see ribs, despite having a huge appetite. It made me feel boyish and unattractive. I have always been active but my body never really gained any sort of athletic shape, and even though I knew I wanted to change something about it, I didn’t know how.
During my last two years of high school I started hiking with my family. I remember one time in particular, we got home after a week long expedition and as I was getting dressed I noticed my reflection in the mirror and I saw something I hadn’t before. Muscle definition. I was, from that point, geninely fascinated at the thought of having muscle because it gave me a shape. From there, I began to follow small fitness accounts on Instagram and Youtube and I read blogs all day long. IThen one day, I joined a gym. Little did I know just how important that environment would be for me now.
I remember walking into the main gym, past the weights and straight onto a treadmill…and that continued for a few weeks. Although that treadmill workout every day didn’t do much for my ‘gaining’ goals it certainly kick-started my endurance. Eventually, one day, I walked into the gym, right past the treadmill and picked up two hand weights. From there on weight training was a staple; I lifted light and used controlled movements. Eventually I began to see changes, albeit small. I started to gain definition in my arms, legs and bum. It was addictive, but before long…I gave up. I stopped making progress as I was scared to lift heavy and my enthusiasm started to wane. I believed, completely, that my body wouldn’t change anymore. That was it.
A year later, at some point in 2012, I moved cities to study at University. It was here that I re-discovered my passion for the gym again. I met girls that loved to lift and guys that loved to lift heavy. So, jumping on the bandwagon, I excitedly joined yet another gym. However, this gym was different. It had squat racks, platforms and ropes. I had a good feeling about it. I went with a friend for a few weeks and for the first time in my life, I squatted with a bar on my back. Due to having trained before, and with some serious determination, I actually managed 40kg for my first time. I remember sinking into the squat and feeling my core tighten to hold it, and I was smiling as I re racked it. I was ecstatic. I could actually lift weights! From there on I became obsessed. I started to learn more about form, various training styles and good nutrition. I started to perfect my compound movements. In that year, my body changed a lot. I discovered I actually had great potential for muscle building and I wanted to seize it.
However just a year later, and I suffered a sudden hit in my life which resulted in me moving back to my home city. I struggled with sadness for a while and fell out of love with a lot of things, fitness being one of them. In fact, I fell so out of love with myself that I utterly neglected my body, and I dropped from 132lbs to 98lbs. I worked 60 hour weeks, I cried a lot, I neglected friends and I barely ate. I went travelling that year with my friend who was going through some similar problems and even now, as happy as the memories make me, I feel sad and disappointed when I see photos of myself. I looked tiny and deflated.
When I returned to the UK, I decided something had to change. I wrote a check-list of all of the things I wanted to fix, and once a week I would tick them off. Over the next few months I would transform myself. I gained my weight back, I ate well, I took holidays, I partied with friends, spent more time with my family and met someone. Somewhere between all of that, I got a personal trainer, and after just three months I was back to my usual self, but better. The difference in my mental health was incredible.
Left is me at 100lbs during my holiday in Thailand, 2016. Right is me during Summer 2017, significant weight gain and happy in myself, but no training for 6 months due to a back injury.
his time, my approach to my training was aggressive. I lifted heavy and I lifted a lot. Then, somewhere around March 2017, I tore my back muscle during a 85kg deadlift and once again I drifted from the gym. I couldn’t train due to the pain and as much as I hated it, I had to take a break.
This time out of the gym was different, however. Despite feeling ridiculously low about losing my hard earned muscle, I didn’t fall out of love, I was determined more than anything to lift again. So I healed myself. I took magnesium, I ate a nutrient dense diet and stretched regularly. After a few months I began to do light cardio, then some body weight training. Eventually, I began to bump up the weight. Then, I constructed a 3 month science heavy training plan. I focused on heavy compound movements and mobility training, and paired it with a nutrition plan of 2,500 calories (protein and carb rich). I trained hard and reduced my hours at work to get enough rest in between. 3 months, and it worked.
Left: July 2017, right: November 2017 (after my 3 month plan).
Some measurements I took the other day say I have gained around 2.5 inches around my quads, 1.5 inch around my arms, around 2 inch on my glutes and lost one inch around my waist.
My body composition is changing, and I am.getting stronger. I have a good relationship with food AND my body.
Thank you if you got to the end of this very long post, and I’ll be sure to update you all again sometime on my personal progress,