Good morning, friends!
A few days ago I posted a picture on Instagram & a little bit of an explanation as to what my goals are lately and how I’m shifting my focus a tad bit from competition mode to a more growth-based mode in terms of what I’m capable of doing. In a sense, I want to broaden my skillset both in and out of the gym and be able to spend more time focusing on other goals rather than competing. Of course, I do plan on competing again – but potentially not until sometime next year; competing is something I am definitely passionate about, but it’s time for me to live outside of that box now and indulge in my other passions…and more importantly passions I can share with other people. I signed up to be a part of a football league with a bunch of dudes (and maybe 2-3 other chicks) on the weekend with one of my friends; that will be interesting considering I know jack shit about football except that I’m a Redskins fan by family force, and the manliest thing about me usually seeps out of my asshole on occasion after too much protein or cruciferous vegetables. I am really stoked, though, to be honest!
I need to physically, emotionally and soulfully shake off some of this leanness and not be so concerned with being “ripped” and just be able to kick more ass at life, basically, oh and play football apparently. Being as lean as I am is truly not healthy to maintain for more than a short time-frame, no matter what anyone will try and persuade you to believe, and I don’t want anyone to believe that, especially my younger audience (that I must ask myself why the really young youngins’ are on social media in the first place as it is…but that’s another topic for another day because I’ll go off on a tangent if you allow me). I will absolutely admit that a piece of me wanting to compete is a total vanity thing along with a confidence boost; just being real here: damn right I like looking good, I like looking in shape and yes, it does get me attention and as a human being, these feelings stem from the desire to feel accepted. But I have to also come to the realization that the people that matter will love me, accept me and support me no matter if I’m in “competition shape” or not. I need to start doing things that not only benefit the way I look, but also the way I feel. I need to start setting goals that fulfill my desire to be a stronger human being – both physically and mentally. I am conscious of my decisions and the way they affect other people, I want that to always be a positive thing, and being vain doesn’t always benefit other people, nor does it benefit me.
So, although I am naturally small, I’m not going to sit here and play the hard gainer card, because I simply don’t really believe in the aspect of it. If you want to gain muscle (and yes, you have to gain some fat too) you need to freaking eat. A lot of people (myself included) underestimate the massive amount of food and the massive amount of weight you need to lift to put on some size. A lot of people assume they can put on just muscle, without any fat. Sorry, but it ain’t gonna happen, so put that in your juice box, suck it and swallow it if you really are serious about muscle growth, it ain’t gonna lick itself. I’ll be swallowing that juice, too, and probably bitching about it in the process.
So, here’s my game plan: eat hard: aim for an allotment of calories per day (and increase each week based on gains), hit the weights hard and aim for new PR’s, rest hard and the most important factor: live my life and do other things outside of the gym that spark my interest. Seems relatively simple, but I know there will always be mindgames involved, especially when it comes to eating a massive amount of food and sometimes feeling like I’m next on sportscall to sumo wrestle with my sheets before I fall asleep at night. How’s that for a bedtime story?
I also want to focus on lifting a lot heavier (with good form) in the gym and pushing myself past my perceived limits. I’m going to dedicated probably 3 out of 5-6 weekly workout sessions solely on higher weight/lower rep workouts and probably give myself a “deload” week every two weeks or so, it’ll all be experimental, so we’ll see.
Anywho, if you read all of that, mad respect to you, here’s a pancake recipe that I get asked for on the daily on Instagram. This is my go-to pancake recipe featuring my Slap peanut butter whey protein (aka da bombest of bomb proteins that won’t make you shit your pants full of chemicals.)
Coconut Protein Slapjacks
¼ cup coconut flour
1 scoop Slap Nutrition whey (I typically use PB or vanilla)
3 eggs, beaten
1 tbsp coconut oil
¼ cup canned coconut milk to thin (batter should be thicker than your average pancake batter, though)
Sweetener to taste (I use honey or maple syrup)
Blend all ingredients and cook for ~2-3 minutes each side on griddle over low/medium heat but DON’T SMOOSH THEM!! Let them fluff up.
Optional ricotta coconut crème:
100g full-fat ricotta
2 tbsp coconut butter
Coconut milk to thin
Whisk all ingredients until smooth and fluffy! Slap between your slapjacks and enjoy!
How are you switching gears lately? Any goals or fellow lady-football players?
Peace and love,