Peak Week

In peak week and less than 1 week out. This is when shit gets real up in here. It's when competitors are tested and tried. When we are expected to keep it together and rise above the hunger pangs and say "fuck you hunger I'm almost there". There is light at the end of this tunnel. (No, it's food you see at the end of my tunnel). It's when the excitement kicks in that there's only a few more days!! But....
Not in my court.

I'm not dealing with peak week the way I wanted or expected to. I'm a little disappointed in myself actually. It is prob lack of carbs WHILE keeping the beast mode turned on and up in the gym. No more protein shakes (gasp!) 'til after show time.

What I want to do is sleep through the week and not wake up until Friday, when I get my spray tan on. I feel like my brain went on vacation and my eyelids are heavy despite having good sleep. Someone at work notices I lost some "sparkle" in my eyes. I even have dreams of "oh shit I wasn't supposed to eat that". 

Oh and I'm 114lbs. I think I was heavier in high school!


Update: Coach D told me to eat carbs today because I couldn't help but bitch to her about my 'blahs'. But that's why she's there as a coach: to tell you how it is (good and not so good), what you need to do, and for her clients to tell her how they are feeling. It's an awesome two-way street. With this brain fuel now coursing through my bloodstream, the pep in my step and the excitement are back. Heck, several genuine smiles re-surfaced today.