There is no better way to fight the ageing process than with consistent FIRE training.
I receive a lot of messages from frustrated females that are experiencing plateaus with their fat loss results.
❎ Spending 4,5,6 days a week on training.
❎ Lasting 60-90 minutes;
❎ Focusing on cardio-based training.
💪 Muscle is the fountain of youth and the founda
I once had a client with an extreme habit.
She'd stop at the petrol station up to three time a day and binge on Coca Cola and chocolate bars.
The girl told me she was spending up to $700 a month on junk food. And while she knew it was dangerous and she had tried everything to stop, she simply hadn't found a way to shake it. She used to hide the empty wrappers and bott
✔ "That’s it, I’m going to be perfect from now on!”
✔ "I’m never going back to my old ways.”
✔ "Time for a massive overhaul!”
Truth-Bomb: There’s no such thing as being perfect.
If you’re trying to be perfect, you’ll fail.
Aiming for perfection is a recipe for disaster. If yo
Ok, I think it’s time for me to drop a few truth-bombs.
"Please don't slash my exercise in half, I need to do it for stress relief."
"But I like doing excessive workouts because it's fun."
"I need to do cardio every morning and weights every night. My body just doesn't respond to short bursts of exercise."
Truth-bomb: I used to say these things too. But t
I heard an ad on the radio that offended me.
It was advertising plus-sized underwear, with a tagline that their products were for “real women”.
I was miffed.
I am not plus-sized. But I am a real woman. The only thing fake about me is my hair.
Were they hinting at me that I am not real, because I am not plus-sized?
The problem is, lean people
It's been 3 weeks since I made my debut on the world stage.
And life couldn't be better.
But if I’m being honest, it was a great accomplishment and I’m very proud.
But it's already in the past and I like to look forward.
(WFF Miss World - 2nd Place - 7 Nov 2015)
Maybe that’s why I tend to cope well with “post-comp” life.
Okay, I admit it. The nerves have kicked in.
One minute I’m like “Yeah, I got this!”.
The next minute I’m scrolling through my Facebook newsfeed and seeing some of the other competitors and suddenly I’m like “Um no. You haven’t got this. WTF were you thinking???”
I'm grumpy. I'm knackered. And right now I’m as nervous as the
Recently, I announced that I was looking for a very particular type of girl.
I also promised to share all my secrets on how to get accepted into my Competitors' Team in January 2016.
(If you missed the announcement, here it is again). (http://www.abfactory.com.au/competing/are-you-the-girl-ive-been-looking-for)
And so I shall.
But first, let me ask you a blunt question