I just don’t get it.
I don’t understand this obsession people have with “competing”
It has honestly gotten to the point that saying you compete sounds about as cool as saying you were going to “stereo bro”.
You’re just a fucking idiot and everyone other than your fucking idiot friends thinks you’re a fucking idiot.
I don’t understand how something can be mocked so thoroughly and publicly yet people still flock to do it.
Starving yourself on a 500 calorie diet of fish and asparagus, or is it chicken and broccoli? Does asparagus have too many calories in it? Does fish really thin your skin? Either way, starving yourself on a piece of dead animal and something leafy and green is the equivalent of short shorts, cross body bum bags, razor back singlet’s and Latin script tattoo sleeves. Anyone with half a brain rolls their eyes when they hear it, but so many people continue to do it.
I just don’t get it.
I don’t understand why hundreds, if not thousands of girls are literally ruining themselves for life with never ending starvation diets that would make holocaust survivors think they were dining on 5 course banquets, all so they stand on a fucking stage? WHO CARES!!!
It just doesn’t mean anything any more. You won the Balwyn North RSL Club Bikini Contest. Tall Class 3, Novice, Sports Model, Figure, Wings division. You were the only one who was in the division but you can now walk around and tell everyone and anyone you come in contact with that you’re Miss Balwyn North. Who? Where? Sure you can’t eat food any more because every time you do you gain 20kgs in 5 minutes. And sure you can’t train any more because every time you do you get a massive injury thanks to the stupid over training you did getting ready for your show, but I’m sure it was all worth it. All the fame, glory and riches that came from winning your show. Oh wait. There was no fame. There wasn’t any glory. There sure as hell weren’t any riches. Because no one cares. Because it means nothing.
That’s not true. I shouldn’t say no one cares. Of course someone cares. The people who put on the shows care. The sponsors care. The promoters care. They care a great deal that you pay your registration and entry fee. Their wallets care greatly about you turning up year after year, show after show.
Don’t get me wrong I’m not hating on the show organisers. That’s their business. That’s how they make their money and I’m completely fine with that. No one had a gun put to their head and was forced to stand on stage. That’s entirely on the competitor. It’s no different to idiots who buy vitamin water. Really? Are we that stupid these days?
This whole rant has come about because of a particular person who contacted me a few months ago. They were 20 weeks deep into contest prep. Eating 800 calories. Doing 6 days of training and 6 days of cardio. They complained that they just weren’t getting into the condition they wanted. Oh I should say this is all about 3 months after their last show that consisted of the same kind of stupid prep. I should also mention that according to their body fat pinches, they were about 10% above where a person would normally start their prep. This person was 20 weeks into a prep. On 800 calories. Training 6 days per week. 10% above where you should start. Let me drill that in.
I explained to them that there was the possibility that they had ruined themselves for life and nothing may work. All we can do is put some food in, change the way they are training and measure it each week and make adjustments where needed. It’s no different to how I treat every client. Although in situations like this, which are becoming alarmingly more common, it’s a case of “who knows, lets just see what happens”
I said to this person it may take a few months, it may take a year, it may take a few years to fix the damage they have probably caused to their body. The goal was to get the food back to a nice high level and the training volume way down.
So we started by doubling the food. Putting the carbs back in, dropping the training down to 3 days. What happened? Well the first week brought a slight bump in weight. No surprise there. The food had been doubled. The pinches also went up slightly. Once again, not worried. They haven’t eaten carbs in almost half a year so there is going to be some fluid and the body going, “OMG what is this rice stuff?!” What happened after a few weeks though? The weight started to drop slightly. So too did the pinches. So I put some more food in and the weight and pinches went down again. Now I was being real conservative here putting in 10g of rice per week. 40 calories. It’s hardly anything but over a month that’s 160 calories. That’s a 10% increase in calories in a month and their weight and pinches dropped.
Wonderful! Everything would seem to be working. Slowly, but working none the less. I asked them how they felt and how they looked and was told the initial bloating had gone away after a couple weeks and they feel much better. They’re training was going well. They were getting stronger. Everything was wonderful.
Until yesterday when they emailed saying they were going to compete. In 11 weeks. They are still about 5% too fat for where comp prep should start around 16 weeks out. They were also about 1000 calories short of where they should start their prep. They had already dropped calories, mainly carbs of course and reintroduced 5 days of cardio training. Fasted I should add because that’s even better!
I replied asking why they changed what they were doing? Eating lots of carbs and calories and training less with no cardio had them dropping weight and fat already. Why change that? Why go back to the stupid stuff they did for 20 weeks that didn’t work and nearly killed them? Why does deciding to compete mean you need to change what you were doing? Why would you throw away everything that was working, to go back to what didn’t work? It’s 2016. My Facebook news feed is littered with article after article from competitors and gurus talking about the stupidity of low calorie, low carb diets. There is at least one new article every day explaining the negative effects of doing cardio if you’re trying to build a physique. Stuff spreads on social media within seconds. It’s not a secret any more. It’s not reserved for those in the know in underground bunkers. Why does this stuff keep on happening? What the fuck is wrong with people?
Is there some sort of sick addiction to royally fuck yourself? Is feeling like death and hating life a trend now? Is it about posting pictures of the foods you’re so courageously depriving yourself of while you slave away in your calorie deficit? Is it like Crossfit where the more injured you are the more respect you get? Is it the thrill of sitting across from one doctor after the other explaining how your hormones are now ruined and your body is broken? Is there a competition to see who can get the most blood tests?
WTF is it?
What is this damned obsession to stand on stage just for the sake of standing on stage?
Everyone talks about health and getting healthy. This current trend of competing has to be about the least healthy thing you can do.
Someone please explain it because I seriously don’t get it.