Opening Night

Last night was the opening night for the '100 Women's Portraits' Exhibition. I scanned the photo from the programme so I apologise for the bad quality. It was a lovely night and it was awesome seeing pictures of women from all walks of life, she had taken photos of stay-at-home mums through to dozer operators, from great grandmothers and Aboriginal Elders to our Mayor. I feel so privileged to have been amongst them. It is amazing, when you think about it, just how much has changed for women in the last 100 years and it would be interesting to be a fly on the wall when they open up the time capsule in a hundred years time. Wouldn't it be awesome if my great grandaughter was there to see what my interests were in 2011?

Done and Dusted

I survived getting the photos done. I was terribly nervous and full of self-doubt with thoughts of "I'm not pretty enough", "Look at all that cellulite", blah, blah, blah. If this was to hang up in my own home I wouldn't have been so concerned but the photographer is doing an exhibition at the Art Gallery for all to see and then a copy is going into a time capsule to be opened in 100 years time. Pressure, much?? Anyway, I channelled my inner oompa-loompa and tanned up, feasted on waaaaay too many jelly beans, pumped up and hoped to God that I looked semi-decent in my comp bikini (that I still adore) and hooker heels. We tried a couple of different poses but focused on the front double-bicep, nothing says strength like that pose and when we picked the best of the bunch I was really happy with the photo. As Mal pointed out, my upper body looks fuller and more muscular, my abba-dabbas are still looking good and with the smoke and mirrors of tanning, oil and positioning my legs weren't too shabby either. To think, not that long ago I most probably wouldn't have had the confidence to agree to something like that.

Ooooowwwww!!!!

I was back into the gym yesterday and I am feeling the pain today. In fact, the ride home from the gym was interesting as my legs were absolutely fried and pushing on the clutch was a bit dicey. Ouch!

I'm getting organised for the photos this weekend. Food has been pretty clean but I have decided to eat normally which is pretty good anyway and do an Accelerator Day on Friday, have some carbs on Friday evening and again on Saturday morning. I'm not going to do the whole comp prep thing because:

a) It is too hard to organise
b) I really don't want to put my body through that again

The rest of this week I'm treating as per normal. Clean eats and train as normal. Thanks for all the comments on my last post. It is always good for someone else to put things in perspective.

Crap!

I just received a phone call from my photographer friend. She is doing a display for International Womens Day and was wanting to photograph women of all shapes and sizes and would like to photograph me as someone who is 'buff'. Even though I have said yes I am in panic mode. I am currently 5 kg over my comp weight and not feeling too buff and she wants to do the photos next week so it is too late to get to comp level. Okay, take a breath Mich ... I am, afterall only 5 kg heavier than what I competed at which is pretty darn good considering it is 5 months since my comp and while I'm not comp ready I'm sure I look okay - I can't see it but I have that whole body dismorphic thing going on. Plus I'm sure she will be able to work the angles to get me looking my best - isn't it all just smoke and mirrors? Man, what have I got myself into????