🟣 My First True Love

Morning my spicy lil gnome :)

I got my lil Honda Civic when I was 20.

She’s still with me now. Nearly 10 years on. 200,000 miles on the clock. A battery that gives up if you look at it funny. And a dashboard that hasn’t worked since COVID.

I fucking love her.

But I do get asked, “Why haven’t you upgraded yet? Surely you can afford it?”

Yeah. I can.

But I couldn’t give a soggy fuck.

Cars just aren’t my thing. They never have been. I’d rather spend my adult money on Magic cards, white Monster, and whatever Tesco meal deal gives me the most protein per penny.

And that’s the point.

We’re allowed to like weird shit.

We’re allowed to prioritise what makes us feel good - even if someone else thinks it’s a bit daft.

So why the hell don’t we do that with training?

Too many of you are stuck in gym misery because some bloke on TikTok with the personality of a rice cake said “this is the best way to burn fat.”

You’re cutting carbs because some roid-riddled wombat in a podcast studio told you bread is basically heroin.

You’re chasing leanness like it’s some moral badge of honour, when really you just want to feel good enough to wear a vest without your brain whispering “you look like a potato in distress.”

So here’s the deal.

If your training feels like a punishment…

If your diet makes you want to fight god and steal chips off a stranger’s plate…

If your goals sound more like someone else’s fantasy than your actual life…

You’re allowed to say: nah, fuck that.

You’re allowed to train in a way that feels fun.

Eat in a way that feels doable.

And chase goals that make you feel confident.

And if you’re stuck?

We have spots open in our 1-1 coaching teams where we will build your program from the ground up so it’s serving your goals while minimising the suck every step of the way

Join the 1-1 Coaching Team

Or don’t.

I’ll still love ya

Big love

Rachel