Booty & Biscotti: Time

Panic set in as she stared at the calendar dates in front of her. Her body felt hot and her heartbeat accelerated as the only thing that came to mind was, “I’m running out of time”

Time.

One small word that resonates deeply in my life, time and time again. I say this because I alwaaliceys feel like I’m running out of time, chasing time, on a timeline, wanting more time, not being aligned with time etc…My husband constantly mocks me about it.  He claims I am “Jack Bauer” from the television series 24 who is often heard yelling, “We’re out of time”. When I zip through the house like a tornado, cursing about time, he usually laughs and yells out, “Calm down Jack”. As someone who sleeps minimal hours too, I’m not one to have a lot of leisure time on my hands and I have to be very strategic with what I invest in.

Bodybuilding has been a wonderful new endeavor and has taught me a lot about time.  Time. Time is a lot of things. Time is patience. Time is allowing seeds to be planted. Time is dedication. Time is perseverance. Time is wisdom. Time is opportunity. Time is waiting when it’s best to wait and not do. Time is following through. Time is allowing things to grow and muscles need time to grow.  In fact, I have photos of myself that are sometimes months apart with minimal changes in my body composition that have sent me into a fit of rage knowing how much time I invest on improving myself as I sometimes crave for the results to be more instantaneous. Sometimes, time will surprise you and bring success quicker than you anticipated. Muscle growth and changing your body composition require proper form and exercise, effort, a consistent diet, clean eating and yes that word again, time.

When I started to take weight training seriously two years ago, my old trainer said to me one day in January, “Wait until you see what you can do next year”. I was dead serious and partly offended when I retorted, “Why not March?”. Needless to say, we were both annoyed with each other. I thought he had no faith in me and he thought I was nuts. I had to embrace it and learn that muscle definition takes a very long time. There will always be one wise-ass that will boast that it took them no time at all but trust me when I say that 90 percent plus of the population will have to put in a lot of time grinding to get those results. Having started at my age, I often sigh and think how I would look right now had I started earlier but looking forward is best and I will continue to improve and that’s what matters most.

Bodybuilding takes hours in the gym: time to rack the weights, do your sets, breathe, rest, hydrate, unrack, repeat. If you step up to the demands of competition, all of this becomes more amplified. Not only do you have to put in the time to exercise, your time then needs to incorporate food preps, posing practice (wait until you hear about this disaster) and more. Much more. This sport has taught me that there is so much more behind every muscular frame and person that we build.  It has taught me not to make assumptions or judgments about others. Everyone has their reasons, their source of inspiration, obstacles and journey to get to their end results.

“The day you plant the seed is not the day you eat the fruit. Change takes time” (@ancientwisdom).

I had to learn this and embrace this very statement over the past few months.  With less than 12 weeks away from stepping onto the stage for my first competition, I have to embrace where I am right now and compare it only to what I was and not what I should be.  In this photo of me below posted by my coach yesterday, this is the evidence that time has given me progress, whether competition ready or not. I have hit some milestones and that’s something to be proud of. Now I better go work on that ass of mine otherwise I’m going to have to rename this series Biceps and Biscotti!

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Booty & Biscotti: Small seeds of inspiration

“Do you compete?”, he asked.  I looked behind me as surely he couldn’t be speaking to me. “What?”, I asked.  “Do you compete?”, he repeated. “I wish”, I thought but answered, “No why?” and he proceeded to tell me that I was killing it. Of course when I repeated the comment to another gym bud, he was quick to think that the guy was trying to sweet talk or seduce me. I can assure you that wasn’t the case. My husband on the other hand groaned over his breakfast and gave me that look when he knows my mind is brewing up project ideas. The “here she goes again” look.

Regardless, the man’s comment could not have come at a better time given that I had also spent several months Insta-stalking my now coach and telling my at the time trainer that I needed more and wanted to step it up.

I love weight training. I love the strength required, the intensity, the power I feel. It really drives me and inspires me.  Having begun not too long after my maternity leave I enjoyed it more and more as months went by and really wanted to improve my overall strength and body composition over the last year. The gym and boxing became my sanctuary and two outlets where I was able to focus on myself for a small portion of the day. The solitude during training does not bother me either. I talk to others here and there when I want but am happy to be quiet and in my space doing my workouts. Space and quiet. Something I lack in every other part of my life.  I used to crave noise and silence used to drive me crazy. Now I embrace it because after many years of being a school teacher with a very challenging clientele I don’t have enough quiet and space. I don’t get to “shut off” often to the point it even affects how I sleep. Most days, my role is not even “teaching” but more of an interventionist as I respond to one crisis after another. Then I go home and have to nurture my family: be a wife and mother and juggle the home responsibilities with the “off hours” work that I bring back home. So space and quiet only happens at the gym at 5 am. I don’t have to nurture anyone but myself there.

Those moments where someone may say something to plant a seed in your mind is what it sometimes takes to give someone a little nudge in the right direction. To see past what they know they are capable of and seek what they want but may be held back by fear. So when the same dude asked me a second time about competing, I reflected on how to do what was best for me. What was best for me was to silence my internal chatter and send that new coach a message. I did just that and it was the best decision ever! I suggest you find what motivates you and make those best decisions for yourself too!

Introducing “Booty & Biscotti”

 

She gazed in the mirror with disdain trying to find an angle that covered up her swollen abdomen. “What was I thinking”, she thought to herself and groaned barely able to keep looking at the reflection before her…

That’s me in front of the mirror on most days until I try to kick my own ass and tell myself how far I have come and that I am not willing to stop anytime soon.  

Having celiac disease, a ton of additional food intolerances and chronic inflammation and digestive issues in my body, I’m here to share how I decided to take my sour bag of lemons and turn it into lemonade.  I am a person that needs purpose and something tangible. I set goals because they keep me motivated and fire my passions and spark for life. This series of blog writing is to share my journey, funny tales and maybe even to share some words of inspiration on how a simple girl like me decided to launch myself into two conflicting projects: bodybuilding and biscotti!

Not too long ago had you told me I’d be prepping for my first bodybuilding competition and launching a gluten free cookie business I would have looked at you like you had three heads. Here I am now doing just that and I’m only getting warmed up.  Both these projects have allowed me to discover different passions and facets of myself and have propelled me towards one of the most important challenges of my life: self acceptance, self love and confidence. This journey is helping me transform physically and mentally and while the road is long and arduous, I know I can get there. As the saying goes, “Slow and steady wins the race”.

So how did this all start anyway?  Not intentionally at first. A lot of variables and life circumstances have gradually shifted things into where they are at now. In fact a lot of these things were weaved together unexpectedly.  Starting with a diagnosis of celiac disease five years ago, there was no way I was going to not indulge in another cookie or homemade treat again.  In fact when it comes to sugary indulgences, homemade Italian cookies with a coffee are one of my favourites. I did have a biscotti and cannoli bar at my wedding! Also, no offense to anyone out there either, but I also got fed up of the store gluten free items and many “extra” unnecessary or “unhealthy” ingredients they were full of, not to mention the price to pay to have things stamped “gluten free” So I spent a lot of my maternity time experimenting and trying out different recipes. There have been many “tests” and “failures” in my kitchen and moments where I put Gordon Ramsay to shame with my own Hell’s Kitchen swearing. Gluten free baking is highly sensitive and the smallest variable can throw off your whole batch. With practice and a lot of love, there has been many successful recipes created.  When eating gluten free foods, family and friends have often commented, “Your goodies are so much better” So my little thankful laugh at their comments eventually turned to, “Why not?” and with some guidance and support from good people “Biscotti Diana” was born.

As for the fitness journey, I think I always had some idea of what I wanted to look like and never thought I was capable or understood where to even begin. I’ve always found muscles on a woman sexy but I always categorized myself as being a woman that couldn’t achieve that. Until I got fed up of thinking that way and started asking, “Why not me?”

I work in a very stressful environment and juggle a lot of things in my life so the gym became my sanctuary. It’s my “me time”. In the gym, I can shut out the noise.  I’m no one’s teacher, mother or wife. It’s just me against me pushing to do my best. And this is exactly what I need right now in my life. So stay tuned for updates on my booty growing and biscotti adventures. I’m hoping some of you will be able to connect, laugh or be inspired to push yourself past your own limitations. Now get offline and go grow your booty!