Are a bit harder to stay motivated than other days. It´s supposed to be that way. I still don´t like them though.

I prefer to not let my mind go dooooown but I go through those cycles. I cannot help it. On these days when you question everything and why you do something, I get lucky if I meet people who pick me up mentally. Today I did twice. First my morning client, then another female trainer at the gym who I talked to for a few minutes. I got out of my blues for a bit…Just to get down again!

I get angry because I have nothing to be down and low about. I am healthy, I love what I do, I have friends and I have a home. What else do I need? except for the gym?….

The disturbing fact about these days of feeling unhappy is: I don´t know why they come! If I had the trigger laid out for me I could eliminate it.

I really need to work on this. I don´t like feeling spoiled by being able to feel too much in general.

I was at the bank today. This very obese lady cashier smiled and looked at my arms and said: Wow, you have the most amazing arms!!!

I am still thinking about that compliment. I took it to heart. It once again shows WOMEN usually like to see strong women and find it inspiring. It´s the men who usually just open their mouth saying “too masculine, too much, stop lifting girl” because they feel less like men. How stupid! First of all, manhood does not come from how big a biceps peak a man has… And second: having biceps is a natural thing for women and men and all animals as well I assume.

I got so happy from this straight up compliment coming from a woman who could need some exercise. If I had the time and money I´d train and diet her for free! Just to get her those guns too!

over to something else. Me and my favourite breakfast: wheat bran, whole flax seed, eggwhites, cinnamon, stevia and vp2 vanilla protein. Stirred, not shaken. Yummie. And I know the serving size on the wheat bran jug says 1/2 a cup, but I take about 3. No calories anyway and I am not scared of not absorbing minerals. I will know if I get malnutritioned.

I would be perfect as a spokesperson for the CFU (Cabbage farmers United). Anyone interested in sponsoring my consumption of 7 lbs a day?

I receive many emails asking me if it was not a misprint in the REPS feature where I said I eat that much? No, it was correct. Let´s get a visual of what I consume veggie-wise on any given day.

Actually it does not look like much!

I go through phases with my cardio training. I never never do it. I do it almost every day. Some months I am all for all-out high intensity a la heart attack warning, then some months I just go in time.

right now I find a lot of stress management by going for slower sessions. In the so horribly named zone the fatburning zone. No, I don´t believe it´s more efficient, if I could do high intense short sessions all the time without overtrain I´d do it. I´ve done it and you know how it shows? I get so pissed off at stupid little things.

I really favor intense, brutally intense lactic-acid producing threshold training, but right now, nah, I rather just go and work out like a little lazy cardio bunny! I feel a little bad though so I always end it with a fast interval up to my estimated 88% mhr. Just to get that nice rush…

I´m bad at not trying to be creative all day long and all night. It interferes with my sleep. So, two weeks ago I started incorporate these slow cardio sessions with thinking creatively. I make notes on my iphone on what I come up with. It relaxes my mind.

Some days I am so freaking mad at everything and nothing. Now I go do cardio or more of the “walk in the park”. It soothes my mind. And yes, I´m an exercise addict.:-)

Me prior to cardio session

Me happy happy post cardio!

A year ago or so I posted my daily life adventures on my official website www.paulinefitness.com but I stopped to create a new project. My new project was this Fighter Diet. Since I´m the “founder” of my own way of doing things which I call the Fighter Diet, I would like to have my thoughts, reflections and rambles for public view here on my new blog.

It´s always awkward to start a new blog when it comes to writing about daily things. So, I start with showing one of my friends: Mustard.

The catch line to these photos should be “I loooove my Masstard!!!”

I remember when I started working out back in 1999. It was at a Nautilus Gym in southern Sweden and I had one clear goal to accomplish there: to build muscle so I could compete in Bodybuilding. Yup, I had my mind set on this before I had even picked up or felt a dumbbell. I just KNEW I had what it takes. I wa determined and asked the gym trainer how to do it. He told me to get strong. So I worked on that from day one. Learning tecnhique? Practice many reps? Heck, I rushed into it, I had no time! I wa in a rush! I was hungry to change my former starving-jelly like little body into a lean mean machine.

Of course I got results fast. My muscles grew and I loved it. But then I realized: the gym was not “the real thing”, because Nautilus was machines only. I read about free weights and squats and deadlifts and I dreamed about and fantasized about doing those. It was time to move on. I changed gyms and found a real gym just a few minutes walk away.

Everyone told me I would get bored and start being interested in guys instead. Well, no, I went from horses to bodybuilding instead.

So, for another year I worked out, learned real stuff like pull-ups, deads and squats. I kept on improving and started to look athletic, well-built. Still, I had a long way to go! People told me about creatine, protein powders and meal replacements and since I back then was as much of an all-or-nothing woman, I put all my money into protein powders and ate that and nothing else. Balanced food? Uh, no, I did not know what that was! Prior to the protein powder passion of mine I had been on the student´s pasta and ketchup diet the grapes only diet, the fruit only diet, carb only diet. I believe my body was so starved on protein it hit my muscles perfectly and I grew bigger and leaner quite fast. Boy was it fun!

I turned 19 two years later, graduated high school and moved to another city. I made sure I got an apartment close to the gym and not close to work. That had me walk for 90 minutes in the morning to the work site and then home again same route. If I had not eaten a lot of cookies at this time because I was so miserable, I´m sure I would have been in perfect shape. I had a lot of muscle and I now treated my nutrition as good as my training. four months I lived in the third biggest city of Sweden.

Stockholm was next up. I worked night shifts as a black jack and roulette dealer. Only time for working out was straight from the night clubs to the gym which opened up at 5 am. I got really tired from the routine, but I was less than one year out from my first bodybuilding show so no time to lose.