Mind over matter; RocFit Bootcamp Melbourne

You’d think I have enough exercise activities with my nine workouts every week, BUT I somehow ended up signing up for boot camp with crazy PT-Daniel. Doing it at 6 am twice a week sounded easy when I signed the papers, but let me tell you; dragging your sorry ass out of bed at 5 am when it is still dark and pouring down outside is a struggle. This is just about how excited I was on Monday.

IMG_4351And this is just about how soaked/sexy/very good-looking I was after dying in the rain this morning.


These two hardcore Norwegians have joined me in boot camp, and I’ve gotta say, working out in teams is so rewarding! I almost understand why people play soccer now. They’re both competitive, and even though I don’t really think I like to compete much, I’m pretty sure I push myself a bit harder when we’re all working together.


Daniel is mean, yet knows when to push you and when to let you pull back. My long list of injuries/things I can’t do obviously makes me work around things now and then, but both sessions so far let me burn over 600 calories, and that rarely happens now that I’ve lost weight (the more you weigh, the more calories you burn).


I think I can’t exercise without music, in fact, if I forget my music going to the gym, I cancel the session and go back home. But guess what, turns out I can! Boot camp is for sure just a matter of ignoring all the things you think you can’t do, and just pushing through. Getting up early is no problem if you go to bed at a decent time, and I’ve gotta say; you do feel pretty badass running around in the rain and having completed a workout by 7 am. 1 week down, 7 to go. We’ve done tests to see where we are now, and by the end of the program we’ll hopefully be way better than before. I’ll update you guys on the journey, and I think everyone should step out of their comfort zone and change their routines up. It’s healthy for the brain.


For you or for others?

Self-esteem. A girly thing. I think that most girls, at some point, go through some kind of an eating disorder. Not necessarily a severe one and not necessarily one that is making them sick, but the brain is twisted and can be evil. In fact, I find it interesting that the brain can do that to itself, that it can change what you see it the mirror into something bad, and make you harm your own body.


We all find ways of coping with things, some better than the other. I have always misliked my legs, I never wanted to wear tight tops, my lips were uneven. I would be so disappointed if I didn’t get top grades in school. You know, typical girl stuff. I’ve had dermal fillers in my face, I’ve been to the gym too much and not eaten enough, I’ve obsessed about that number on the scale. But it’s not the right way of handling things.

I don’t know if it is the fact that I’ve grown older or the fact that I have changed my way of looking at things, but one thing is certain, I am so much more happy with myself. I don’t need the super-duper grades every time, I don’t die going out for drinks (okay I do, but that’s the following day), I walk around without makeup more than I do with makeup, the cake I baked and ate for Line’s birthday didn’t make me fat, my face is free of dermal fillers and I don’t mind wearing a tight dress (though finding jeans is still hell – jeez how hard can it be to make jeans that fit both around the waist, bum and are long enough?!).


I’m very easy to influence, therefore I avoid pages with seemingly perfect girls, I don’t follow people on Instagram making me wish I looked like them. Instead, I follow motivational people, people who will lift me higher instead of putting me down. People with inspiring food and great workouts (and Justin Bieber, but that’s a different story). IMG_3351

Working out and eating clean has become my lifestyle, but also my therapy. It makes me happy. I wouldn’t be investing that much time in it if I didn’t gain any benefits. You shouldn’t be working out to impress others, you shouldn’t be doing it because you want somebody to find you attractive – that all comes naturally anyway, somebody once told me that a confident girl is the hottest thing there is. Didn’t believe them then, but I do now. I am so proud of my body, so happy to see what it is capable of doing (yeah yeah, I still can’t touch the floor), and when I for some reason don’t want to leave the couch, I remind myself that there are people out there wishing that they could run, wishing that they could exercise. We are doing ourselves a favor by investing in our health.


A fellow Norwegian and I were discussing it over dinner the other day, we don’t go to the gym to look good in the gym, we go to look good after. We do, after all, live in a fairly superficial world and I don’t mind that my legs have toned up and that I’m finally starting to see a slight hint of muscle on my stick-thin arms. You’ve probably seen those girls wearing a mask of makeup, barely touching weights in the gym? And then you’ve seen that red-faced girl drowning in sweat whilst singing to her music – yep, that’s me, the catch of the day.


We are only human, it is okay to make mistakes, we don’t wake up with amazing hair and perfectly polished skin every morning. We don’t always want to work out or do our assignments. We eat that chocolate bar, enjoy it – and go back to being healthy the next meal. We take two steps back, but then one forward again. The key to success is persistence. Listen to your body, find what works for you. Do what makes you happy.

But she’s already skinny

This girl. She’s got a point. When did it become okay to criticize other people’s bodies and automatically assume that they do what they do because they want to be skinny? People freak out once somebody starts doing something different. I didn’t cut the crap food to fit into a size 25 in jeans, I cut the crap food to take care of my body – it is after all the one thing we are stuck with for the rest of our lives.

This is my little sister, she has always been little, and growing up all kinds of professionals, kids and grown-ups found it appropriate to accuse her of having an eating disorder. You don’t feel particularly cool when people think you’re sick, and all you did was growing up. Who said they had the right to assume so? Nobody. ‘Cause they didn’t have the right to say anything. Looking at pictures of our mom and comparing them to her, we found that they look identical. Genetics, guys, genetics. Does that mean she shouldn’t be exercising and shouldn’t be conscious of what she feeds her body? No, of course it doesn’t.IMG_2243

And the exercising, it does come with benefits you guys! Yes it can be annoying having to drag your sorry ass out of the couch just as Home and Away (my fave) is about to start or when you’d like to sleep just a tiny tiny bit longer before uni, but routine gets you going. I automatically get up and do what I always do, and it’s not even annoying anymore – it makes me happy. Sleeping for another 60 minutes isn’t really gonna make that much of a difference to your level of tiredness that day, but moving your body and nourishing it correctly will eventually provide you with energy.


Not to mention, cellulites disappear, stretch marks look less visible. Maybe not all because of the diet (okay, cellulites actually do disappear once you control what you eat), but because you’re not noticing it as much. You start noticing the way the body is responding to the way you’re treating it (I do, for instance, get the worst and most horrible hangovers after I’ve been out – it is a massive struggle) and you start noticing the positive things your body is capable of doing.


I’m not gonna lie though, of course you notice the way your body starts toning up and the way muscles you didn’t know existed appear as the body fat lowers, and I guess that is where it is easy to become obsessed. And that is where good friends and a great support system comes in. Just remember, there is a difference between being worried and between being opinionated – not everyone is striving to be as thin as possible, maybe the “thinness” just came as a result of changing something bad into something better.