One Night In Bangkok...Shit I Mean Greenock.

Hello Everyone!

Yes I am alive, apologise for the absence, I would say it is because I have been EXTREMELY busy, but only if EXTREMELY busy means working, doing a few pull ups followed by squatting on to the couch and not leaving until it is time to move to my bed.

In other words, I have been extremely boring and well lazy.

That is right, you read it here, the one who was once a motivator has become the one who has needed motivated. Oh well, shit happens.

But now I actual have something to write about, well I have a lot to write about but I am going to just start from my most recent endeavour and that is my arrival back in Bonnie Scotland and the first night out we had and of course in true Scottish style, we cannot quite remember it.

Now I am honestly not a big drinker, by which I mean that I am the ultimate one can dan. A cheap date but also forever the chick who is home before midnight because, well, I want some form of food (this weekend it was half a box of family cheerios). Basically I am the worst Scot in history because I absolutely suck at drinking and I don't like whiskey.

After holidaying in Melbourne and London for a week (blog to follow on this trip! Also visit my instagram @globesquatter_fitness for my holiday workouts!) we arrived in Scotland a little over a week ago to surprise my family on my sisters birthday. After resuscitating  my mother after she near enough died with shock, (seriously watch the video), we spent the week gearing ourselves up for my sisters 21st the following weekend.

Now I could sit and write about all that happened at the party but I am still trying to block out THAT fall and THAT singing (I found a mic and decided then and there that it was 'my moment', in front of 150 plus people, just reminding everyone I am still as much on an embarrassment as I always have been) but it wasn't so much the actual party I loved but the morning after. Of course in true Morgan style we had an after party (this is when the cheerios happened) and in the morning I was the proud new owner of 7 shoes (none of which were pairs), 4 handbags, two phones, a passport and 3 jackets (I also found a false nail on the bottom of my foot).  However this was in exchange of all of my personal belongings, but hey you can't have it all. Now you might think this is nuts and wonder why on earth it put the biggest smile on my face, I mean I had lost my new shoes and phone and sisters lipstick (yeah sorry Gillian failed to mention that until now), I couldn't help but piss myself laughing when all the usual suspects were still kicking about my family home until mid day, laughing, joking, trying to find their own shit as well as their dignity, all having flashbacks of the night before, sharing funny stories and eating tea and toast. It was like the MasterCard advert once said, some things are priceless, like being home, with all your friends, family, loved ones and a few random party crashers you don't actual know. After being away for so long I am extremely happy to be back in this crappy wee toon. Even though it is just a visit before we head off on another adventure, at this moment, I wouldn't want to be anywhere else. Even if the weather is baws and we have witnessed three domestics already at the Greenock Bus Station. 

Home is where the heart is. 

Oh and Gillian, in regards to the lipstick, 'for everything else there's MasterCard'.

The reason why I DON'T have a six pack and why you probably don't either..

Looking through my Instagram feed I am like any other female that spends more time checking out hot chicks with rippling abs than guys. I am forever looking at girls asses, legs and cores imagining how amazing I will feel when I look like that.....whilst eating a jar of Nutella.

And there you have it, the reason why I don't have a six pack and why you probably don't either and it isn't just the Nutella. It is the family dinners, girly cocktails, beers and burgers with the boys and it's the tea and biscuits at your Grannies. 

It is having a social life outside of the gym. 

So if you want a six pack, if you want that lean as hell physique with veins popping out left right and centre, then lock yourself in a room, do crunches, squats and curls until you're blue in the face and don't go out again. Ever. 

Okay, not quite but are you starting to get my point?

I am a qualified fitness instructor. I have qualifications in spin, kettlebells, metafit, zumba, circuits and I exercise 5-6 days a week. I lift weights, I do HIIT, I run (occasionally), I play netball, I do yoga and I do not have a crazy ripped body. Shock horror. Throughout the week I eat well. Some would say I eat and train like I am in prep for a fitness comp and if I ate the way I did throughout the week everyday, for a good 12 weeks then yes, I no doubt would look like one of those instagram girls, but the fact is, I don't. At the weekends I enjoy a beer or a wine. I love having fat days with my boyfreind. I love ordering in a pizza and seeing who can eat the most. I am loving travelling and trying every god dam thing on the menu. I love socialising. I love living in the real world.

People, including myself, need to understand that these girls and guys on Instagram are PROFESSIONAL FITNESS MODELS. Their living is to bulk, shred, have minimal body fat for their shows and shoots and then repeat the process. They literally get paid to train twice a day, eat 100% clean, take part in shows and photo shoots and promos. It is how they make a living, and unless you want to strut about the office in your glittery bikini or g-string then it is time to sit down, simmer down and have a snickers. 

Oh and if you think that that is also what they permanently look like, go have a wee peak at what they look like on off season, ayep they are human too and also get food babies. Oh the shame!

Now, I am not saying that you can't achieve an amazing body through a more relaxed regime, but unless you are one of those annoying people who have an incredibly lean physique naturally (usually those who have been very active from a young age) then you probably aren't going to look as shreded as those who are more strict. Sorry to disappoint. I was active my whole childhood. I did athletics, danced, climbed trees, ran about mental with scissors much to my parents distress and I believe that it has helped me retain a flat stomach that has a bit of something going on (maybe a 2.5 pack if I tense like a mother) but it isn't anything to be #goals. It is a healthy, normal, REAL stomach. One that belongs to a person that is a fitness fanatic, lover of kale and spinach as well as cheesy chilli fries....

Exhibit A....

Moral of the story, my lifestyle at the moment (travelling, making memories) doesn't really allow for an atheistic goal. At the moment, my goals are strength based. I am focusing on lifting heavy with some accessory work with the ultimate dream of maybe, just maybe entering a power lifting competition one day. I am a long way off, I can't bench for shit but it is an aspiration and a goal that is not aesthetic and one that suits where I am in life right now. I may not have a stomach you can grate cheese on but you bet your ass I could out run a zombie apocalypse whilst doing multiple burpees on the way. Having abs does not define levels of fitness, they are signs of discipline. If you really want to look like a fitness model and that is your ultimate goal then I wish you the best of luck and would encourage you to enter a bikini or body building competition because of all the god damn hard work you are going to have to put in. The willpower, determination and drive those guys have is insane and I will always admire their commitment and maybe once I have settled down, I will give it a shot. However, like me, if you are not willing to give up all those crazy nights out and Ben & Jerrys Sundays then cut yourself some slack and LOVE the incredible body you already have. Focus on getting stronger, faster, fitter and inevitably you will more often than not want to fuel your body with nourishing foods that will help you feel and look amazing, maybe not like a fitness athlete but still absolutely banging. Aim for health, aim for progress, aim for BALANCE and most importantly, aim for the bag of malteasers.

Shit I mean happiness, aim for happiness.

Bali Weddings, Perth Living and Quokka Selfies....

Hey Everyone!

So it has been a while since I last wrote a post and I have decided to write one now because I actually have something interesting to say. I can now expand my conversations and responses from a mere 'hey yeah I am good thanks, what's new you ask? Well, eh.....eh.....oh I ate some questionable eggs a few days ago but I am still alive so that's good' to 'hey yeah I am bloody fantastic! What's new? Well I have just returned from a two week break in Bali and Perth and it was the absolute tits!'

Oh yeah it was.

Bali

After 4 months of working at the dried fruit factory (ayep, still on that conveyor belt making sure you all have the highest quality of Raisin Bran), it was amazing to get away for a couple of weeks and just chill out, relax and escape the sultanas, raisins and my own bloody factory thoughts that were getting more concerning everyday and that is exactly what we did.


I would like to tell you all about the brilliant excursions that we did whilst in Bali, the scuba diving, elephant riding, paragliding and the free falling from a helicopter to rescue a group of surfers from a great white. However, if I did tell you about it all I would be lying and I don't think I could keep it going without giving some questionable information....

Apart from the free falling out a chopper bit which is obviously true. 

So what did we do in Bali? We did absolutely hee-haw and it was amazing. We ate too much, drank too much, slept in, worked out and watched movies. A waste some might say but honestly, all we wanted was to be lazy, have no commitments and just enjoy all the free beautiful scenery Bali has to offer. There are lots of day trips and adventurous activities to do if that is what you are looking for but after doing most of them in our time in Asia, we just couldn't be arsed.

Now, there are mixed views on Bali and it isn't everyone's cup of tea but we honestly loved it. Yes it smells a bit, its pretty dirty and extremely crammed but the people are beautiful inside and out, the local food is ridiculously good at an insanely cheap prices and the landscape is breath taking. It is different from Thailand, it's not as crazy or wild with drunken backies littering the streets, it is more peaceful, tranquil and perfect for a relaxed getaway. These are the reasons why we are keeping out eyes out for good deals to go back.

They main reason that we were in Bali was for a friends wedding. A friend who was my main stain back in the good old primary school days and it was the most beautiful wedding I have ever been to. Catherine and Jamie Williamson you really did outdo yourselves. The service took place on a cliff top, yes an actual cliff top, in a private villa which was more like a mini hotel over looking the island. Free cocktails all night, a huge dance floor and a buffet that made me wish I hadn't worn a dress that was more or less painted on (not that it actually stopped me). From the free cocktails to the cold towels we were given after the service (that were not for wiping your armpits with, my bad) it was absolutely flawless. It will be something that I remember for the rest of my life and a big shout out to the happy couple for letting us be apart if it!

After the hangover passed and before our time in Bali came to an end we decided to go and get something to remember our time in Bali....

I also wish I could say that that is my leg but we all know that I am a big girls blouse so I settled for a wee shitebag tat that I still had to get whilst having my hand held...

We would HIGHLY recommend Manson Ink in Legian if anyone is thinking of getting a tattoo in Bali. They are extremely clean, professional and not to mention sick artist. They are also very reasonably priced.

 Perth

We flew from Bali to Perth too finish off our holiday and spend some much needed quality time with my Family who live there. My fellow Scotts may think I am crazy for saying this but I am actually homesick. Not all the time, but enough that I felt the need to make a stop too see some Scottish relatives before heading back to reality. Yes Scotland is grey with a lifestyle that consists of pints of tennents and shit tv but I love it and I love my wee shite town and all the people in it. It's home and always will be and sometimes all I want is a 3n1 and a walk doon eh splash. The trip to Perth was exactly what I needed and the suburb of Fremantle is definitely on our list of potential settling down and becoming a sort if grown up destinations. We weren't overly keen on the actual city but the suburbs were gorgeous with stunning beaches and lots of cool restaurants and cafes to try. I would recommend a  trip and tour to Fremantle Prison as well as spending the day at the Markets and trying Little Creatures Brewery down by the harbour for dinner. Great atmosphere, always absolutely buzzing and enough beer pizza to keep you Happy as Larry. What more could you want in life?

Another day trip that is an absolute must when you are in WA is Rottnest Island. OH MY GOD. It was literally the best day. If you are like me (a big wain) and love a cycle then this is for you. Its basically like Millport but more exotic, better weather, busier, no tacky jokes shops, nicer beaches and yeah just better all round. You can hire a bike for the whole day and cycle around the Island (22km) and get pictures with  Quokkas (obvs the most important art) and take in loads of incredible views. It is pretty expensive for the boat and bike hire (roughly $100pp) but totally worth it.

QUOKKA SELFIES!

All in Bali gets a 10/10 from me and I cannot wait to go back and venture in to more parts of the island. Perth has some stunning spots and great suburbs but I am still an Adelaide girl at heart and prefer Adelaide city over Perth. Even though it was a short trip it has reignited my passion for travel and I cannot wait to start up again! But for now, its back to the factory to save up the pennies. Don't worry folks, your breakfast cereals and trail mixes will be back to there usual standards in no time.

Free Bar, Sexy Dancing Plus a Kebab Means One Thing... THE FEAR!

So I am here to talk to you all about the taboo subject of having 'the fear' after a big night out. For those that don't know what 'the fear' is, it is basically the horrendous feeling when you can't remember much from the night before and you have woken up in the dogs bed, spooning a half eating kebab with a traffic cone on your head.

Aye, those kind of nights.

Most of us have been subject to these and the next morning (okay afternoon because you are usually still pissed as a fart and loving life up until then) reality kicks in and you remember, we'll sort of remember, all the dumb shit you said and did and your world is officially over.

Yeah you pretty much should just set sail and live alone on a boat in the middle of the Bermuda Triangle and make new friends out of objects like the nutter in Castaway. Tom Hanks was happy with Wilson. Wilson never judged. Wilson never reminded him of the time he got too excited after the 5th tequila slammer and started trying to sexy dance with a pillar. Wilson never gave him that disappointed look when he had lost his wallet for the 100th time. And Wilson certainly didn't take to Facebook to post on his wall...'Aw man the state of you last night LOL' (by the way you kind of people are bar far the worlds biggest dicks).

So my advice to you is when you suffer from the fear, run away from it, hide and never come out. Not even for cake.

Okay no I am joking. The reason I wanted to write about having the fear is because I suffered from it after last weekend. Yes the fitness enthusiast and health freak does still get drunk now and again and when I do get drunk it is always...interesting.

Put it this way, I bet you have read this post and stopped for a minute at least three times and thought 'this chick is a weirdo' and if you read my older posts again, you will see that this label is fitting. Picture this weirdness and times it by 50 and that is what I am like when I am just tipsy. Now accompany that image with a free bar and you will now realise why I had the fear, and boy was it a good one. Now I can honestly say that before I got to Australia, in fact before I decided to join a Netball team in Australia, I had pretty much packed in drinking. I would have a beer or two but that was about it and my white girl wasted days were over. Or so I thought. This weekend reminded me of just how mentally draining having the fear after a night out is.

Like most I always blow things out of proportion. I am a worrier and I stress myself out when there is no need to be stressed out. The night ended with me and Rustin getting a kebab, coming home and howling at the fact he was wearing a pink knitted jumper that magically appeared from no where and we were in bed by 2am. So I couldn't of been that bad...surely.

But God then it happens. It hits you like a frying pan to the face...

 'a person who was sober last night and thinks it will be the most funniest thing EVER even when its not has tagged you in a photo'.

FUCK.

Who is this person!? When did I talk to this person!? UNTAG UNTAG UNTAG!!!!!!!

And then it just goes tits up from there. I don't know if anybody else does this but when I have a mind blank from a night out I make up situations in my mind and convince myself that they are true. For example, the whole day on Sunday I was positive that I got on to the roof and started yelling 'I AM A GOLDEN GOD' to a cheering crowd and I believed it for about 4 hours. I then remembered that it wasn't me but Russell in Almost Famous. What a lad.

Why am I writing this post? Like most of them I have no idea why. I just think now, mid week and fearless after discovering that I did nothing apart from dance a bit strange (I need to apologise to that pillar) I can give my proper advice as to how to deal and avoid having the fear...

 Punch anyone in the face that posts about it on your Facebook wall.

Always ask the pillars permission BEFORE you start dancing.

And since this is a health, fitness and LIFESTYLES blog I will also advice that come Monday, get back on the green juice and sweat out all that booze and bad choices you made. A night on the sauce now and again doesn't make you a failure to the health world. It makes you HUMAN! Stress less and have fun and use that fear as motivation. You run from that fear, you run fast and you keep running! 

Why I Love Coffee.....

Today I feel that I am finally ready to face my demons. Today is the day I hold my hands up and take responsibility for my actions....

Hi everyone my name is Natalie Morgan and I am alcoholic.

Fuck I mean a coffee addict. Not an alcoholic. Well, sometimes, over the Easter and Christmas period it is questionable.

But yes I am a coffee addict. To me, it is like a drug and I am finally ready to let the world know that I am a 5 a day cupper.


Believe it or not I used to hate coffee and think that is tasted of poison. Not that I have ever drank poison but the way it affected Joffery Baratheon in Games of Thrones pretty much sums up my reaction when I first tried it. Mum wasn't impressed when I pretended to be dead for 2 minutes.

However after years of proclaiming my hate for it, I gradually started to come around. This was because at the age of 21, I was fed up of ordering a Fruit Shoot every time me and my pals went out for 'civilised afternoon coffee catch ups', I remember the day so clearly. I  bravely ordered my mocha (with extra chocolate, marshmallows & whipped cream obvs) and after one, wary sip, I was hooked. My new addiction for mochas in my eyes was justified. Mochas had everything I needed in life. Caffeine, sugar as well as acting as a hand warmer during Scottish winter, (basically everyday) so what was not to love?

I then spent a summer in America working in a camp with no Starbucks or Costa Coffee to be seen. This is when I tried my first ever black coffee, Coffee with no milk or sugar? Surely this was the drink of the devil?

My first cup was horrific. I swore never again would I ever have a black coffee, Then the long days working with children and teaching classes caught up on me and I caved, At first our relationship was volatile, some days it was strong, some days it was weak (see what I did there?) but I persevered and now I am officially a lover of black coffee, no milk, no sugar just straight out the pot,

I know, I know, I am a fearless bastard.

My coffee journey has been one of extreme changes. From an anti-espresso clueless fool to a caffeine, sugar hungry manic and finally a chick people know not to mess with in the morning (black coffee lovers are the most vicious). Am I ready to cut down or give it up? Hell know. Will I ever be ready? NEVER! And here are my reasons why......

1. It tastes good. Yes it really really does.
2. It will never judge you after the night before, just help you feel better about life.
3. It sort of acts like a hobby when you are bored. For example, when your train isn't for another 15 minutes, you go get coffee or when you realise that you haven't left the couch all day, you can walk to the kettle and make yourself multiple coffees throughout the day to get those steps in.
4. It helps as both a distraction and gesture of good will during awkward moments....'my cat just died' 'awk love, let me make you a wee brew whilst I think of my overly dramatic speech to help cheer you up'
5. It helps you poo. Who doesn't love to poo?
6. It has actually been scientifically proven to be GOOD for you. No shit, Google that.
7. It can be used as a weapon when you are really pissed off....

8. It gives you an excuse to take breaks from life.
9. Black coffee has next to 0 calories. Winner winner chicken dinner.
10. It helps you poo. Sorry but this is in my eyes the best thing about coffee.

Can you guys tell that I have been house bound and not been working for the past few days?

Until next time when I think of another totally random thing to write about. It is currently between my odd socks and  my four colour pen.

Ps here is the coffee that I have been drinking. 

It is coming in to winter here in Australia and this is stuff has been my saviour. Moccona is my instant coffee of choice and with so many infused flavours it's a winner! It's also pretty dam cheap. Give it a try folks! 

BBQ's, Beer, Nutella & Penis Straws....

Hello Everyone and Happy Easter!

I hope you all had a great time celebrating with your families and friends and got your fill of chocolate! I don't know if you all knew but Easter, Christmas and your birthday is the only time when calories do not count so aye, go nuts!

I for one have and I have enjoyed a few beers, a few (hundred) spoonfuls of nutella and cream eggs as well as a couple of lazy days. I was going to actually work out today but opted for tea and chocolate in bed instead. It is still the holidays after all! See I am human!

We celebrated my best friends birthday on Saturday whilst sipping on penis straws (so mature) and we ended up pissed in Doms like I said we would. However sadly this time I never made it on to the podium, our friend Gary bet me to it. On Easter Sunday I went camping up the river with my boyfriend and his family. We toasted marshmallows by the fire, I shat in a hole in the ground, I wrestled a snake, Rustin caught fish out the river using only his teeth and we slept in a tree. Okay only two of them are true but I will just leave it to you all to guess which ones.

It has been amazing having time off to relax and I don't even feel guilty for over indulging and slacking off. It doesn't happen very often and sometimes it is good to give your mind and body a break. As off tomorrow it is back on the clean eating train and I am going to really push myself in my workouts before we head to Bali in 7 weeks! And also so I will be ready for the next time I have to wrestle a god dam snake.

I know it can be difficult after the holidays to get your ass out of bed and the thought of burpees, weights and that commute to work makes you want to choke on your leftover Easter Sunday roast but it has to be done and the first step is always the hardest.

In order to stay on track before our holiday I have made my workout countdown...

Yes I know it is a bit extreme but putting this up on my wall and writing up dates, goals and what I want to accomplish really helps me stay on track. Yeah so it looks like something a 5 year old would produce but it helped me stick to our no sugar challenge as it was there for everyone to see and who wants people to see that they have failed?

I also have bought my weekly food shop, I have written up my workouts for the week in my log book and I have prepared all my meals for work tomorrow as well as set out my uniform. Preparations is key and it really does make it a lot easier and helps encourage you to stay on track.

You might have a daft way of maintaining your motivation like my wall art and I would encourage you to do whatever it takes to do so, be it writing it down, recording a video diary or counting sheep doing tuck jumps over a fence to help you fall asleep. Anything at all that will help YOU achieve YOUR goals. Yes people might think you are crazy and you know what, you probably are but you will be the one laughing when you are wearing that snake around your waist like a WWF championship belt.

In order to make sure that your week is a success I recommend making a note of what you want to achieve, how and why you want to achieve it and prepare yourself so you can do it and always stay positive.

Aye so maybe it is a bit but it is the bloody truth!

Yes it sucks that the holidays are over but it is also great that you can get back to achieving your goals and upping the intensity after a well deserved break.

Embrace the week ahead and consume all that Easter chocolate so there are no temptations! 

Have a good one! 

I Quit Sugar - Week Four

Oh my Christ.

Shit sorry Gran I mean oh my goodness.

We have nearly done it.

We have nearly went an entire month with no sugar.

Two days from now we can officially say that we have quit sugar for 31 full days.

By now our champion trophy's will have our names engraved on them and will be ready to get shipped to our wee house that looks like a drug den. The crowds will be gathered outside our front door as we make our victory speeches, in which we will end by taking a massive chomp out of our snickers bars to a roar of applause.  Even Colleen will do it and die a legend (really bad nut allergy, in fact this chick is allergic to life).

Wednesday is going to be a glorious day.

Okay I am totally aware that this won't happen and we will all just end up hugging one another followed by an awkward silence which will lead to a brawl over who gets the first bite out of the Easter cake, but none the less it will be a great day.

Giving up sugar really has been a lot easier than I thought. I didn't suffer from headaches or major cravings, in fact I could probably keep on going. Yes really. Quitting sugar as made me realise a number of things...

1. Real, natural food tastes just as good if not better.
2. You are not limited to the foods you can eat, there are so many options and they are god dam tasty options.
3. I don't need sugar as much as I thought I did. I don't NEED that tub of ice cream every Sunday or NEED to eat a full family block of chocolate. Yes their will be times I want to and I will, just not every time I watch a movie (does anyone else justify a binge by putting on the Notebook!? Ryan Gosling you sir are the reason behind my cellulite, prick).
4. I am a lot more concious of what I am putting in to my body and there are now foods I will probably not touch again e.g Jordan's Granola. There are other reasons for this too mind you (read my factory girl post).
5. My will power is pretty good, a lot better than I thought.
6. Sugar is not the reason why I have bad skin. I just have bad skin.
7. You don't need sugar for a buzz or a pick me up, you just need to pick YOURSELF up. Stick on Queen B and get dancing!
8. I really enjoy cooking and baking and creating low sugar recipes and have been surprised at how much I have actually enjoyed them
9. You can still be social and people won't look at you like you are bat shit crazy (well not every time)
10. I miss fruit and can't wait to have it back in my life.
11. I miss wine and I can't wait to have it back in my life.

Has giving up sugar changed the way I think about food? Yes. Would I recommend you try it? Yes. Come Easter weekend will I be drunk with a chocolate stained dress twerking in Doms the local night club? Absolutely.

The main thing this challenge has taught me is that sugar shouldn't be used as a crutch for when you have a bad day. It should be kept as a reward for being good all week or for that monthly viewing of the Notebook. Take note I did say monthly and not daily, (take note ha, see what I did there?). Balance is everything. No food is bad food. Everything in moderation and if you want a bit of cake more often there is ALWAYS a healthier alternative.

Speaking  of healthier alternatives,  here is a recipe I found on an amazing IG account (@cookwithemma) for sugar free chocolate fudge...

Ingredients (makes 4-6 brownies)

2/3 cup unsweetened almond milk
3 tbsp coconut oil
1/4 cacao powder
1 cup sugar free dark chocolate
1 tsp vanilla essence

Method

Melt all ingredients in a sauce pan until smooth, pour into a brownie tin lined with baking paper and store in the fridge over night to set.

Done.


And also my more or less sugar free taco recipe!

Ingredients (serves 2)

Old El Paso Stand and Stuff tacos (0.1g sugar per serve)
500g Turkey Mince
1 large red pepper
1 red onion
1 packet of taco mix (try and find one less than 1g per serve)
Cheese of choice (make sure it has less than 1g per serve)
1 Avocado
1 Lemon
Salt and Pepper.

Method

Cook mince in pan using 1 tbsp oil (coconut or olive oil), once mince is ready add  chopped pepper, onion and taco mix and leave to simmer for 10 mins.
Mash up avocado and mix with lemon juice, salt and pepper until you get a guacamole consistency.
Place taco shells in microwave for 30 secs.
Stack taco shells with mince, guacamole and cheese and serve.

As easy as that.

I also promised you my leg workout that I did today which honestly nearly killed me so here it is....

6 x 12-15 Squats
4 x 10-12 Sumo Deadlifts
4 x 12-15 Dumbbell Lunges
4 x 10-12 Stiff Legged Deadlifts
3 x max Jump Squats.

This workout took me under 40 minutes. I really don't understand how people can spend hours and hours in the gym or working out. If you are pushing yourself to your maximum potential then 1 hour to 1.5 hours max should be more than enough time.

Quality OVER Quantity.

Until next time when my post will be mostly likely be about how I want to end my life after too much Easter weekend shananigans!


Oh and me and Rust went to a 3rd birthday party on Saturday and played hide and seek all afternoon with toddlers. 

Did you know that the number 10 actually comes after the number 16? No we didn't either. 

Most fun ever! Pair of big wains!