Ever since I started training I more or less over trained. Or that’s what “they” would call it. All I did was pushing to get stronger or do more reps and yeah it happened. I never bought the concept about having to bulk up to gain muscle so I didn’t. I always dieted 99% of the time. I did too much cardio, I did too many sets, I rested too little, had too few carbs, too little this, too much that.

I was told you couldn’t get lean without using drugs. I knew it was not right, I saw what people ate, the junk, the cheat days. I knew I could do it, I had insight. The body needs rest to recover, you need to stimulate to grow, you need to diet strict to get leaner and leaner. As a woman you have more fat, you need more fat on you, the evolution is against women as athletes.

I’ve trained more than most people. I’ve been less sick than most people. I’ve stayed clear from injuries more than anyone I know actually. I don’t know anyone who is as meticulous as I am and I’m not saying that to give myself credit, it’s honestly just the way I know it and I consider it my obsession my compulsion my passion.

I’ve been doing loads of cardio non stop and I am still muscular. I went from very lean to even leaner. AND I keep it. Non stop. I don’t gain fat, I don’t get fat in between photo shoots.

I never used any steroids or fatburning drugs that you cannot get over the counter. I am too health concerned to even think about that! Why would I want to do that when my body is my tool, my temple? For what may I ask: I don’t need easier workload. I don’t ask for an easier time. I know I most likely train harder than most to get extraordinary results and maintain them, but how could I ever ask for less with that desire?

I am used to work for what I want. I like the work I need to put in. I wouldn’t want it another day. If I could get away with training 3 times a week I would still go there 6 because I love what I do. I love what I do. Get it. You get good at what you wholeheartedly love to do.

I love modeling because it gives me highs to see what I can do with the camera, how I can be a cameleon. I love being ripped to the bones and muscular but at the same time so small and petite. It’s art. It’s me creating. I love the process.

I am not interested in researching for perfect programs or diet solutions that are 100% perfect because being muscular and being super lean are opposite sides of the coin when you develop that. I want both. So I compromise.

I love working on myself. It’s my therapy. All my energy is drawn out from me when I don’t work out. I am so lucky to have a passion. And one I don’t know where it comes from and one I don’t even care for explaining. It’s just there. It just came to me. Just like I came to here.