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Long Time No See...

I’m back!
Those few that follow me and read my blog (THANK YOU!) have noticed that I have not posted anything on here for the last two months. There were a lot of changes that happened in both in my personal and fitness life that made me fall into a bit of “funk”. I know two months is a long time to be in a “funk” but in all honesty I really lost a lot of my motivation and was only really going through the motions of everyday living.

I feel a lot better now so I thought I post a little life update.

First the good:

I did my first 5K mud run. Challenging and fun at the same time. The experience was surreal and I've actually signed up to do another one in December.
The before picture with my dad.
My brother graduated from high school! WOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Can’t believe he is no longer my “baby brother” anymore.
The only good picture of the day.

Now the not so great:

The first change that lead drove me into my “funk” was my co-worker leaving on maternity leave. I was thrilled to hear that she was pregnant and growing her family but I did not realize how much her absence was going to affect me. One thing that people don’t tell you is that it is extremely difficult finding people who you truly LOVE to work with. Trust me when I say that out of all the people e that I h have worked with she has been the one that I While I don’t dislike working with my other co-workers, my pregnant co-worker was kind of like my work soulmate. We have been working together for more than a year, share a lot of similar interests and have come to form a friendship outside of work. So once she left on maternity I was left with a void in the office. Learning to adapt to the change of atmosphere has definitely been challenging because no longer do I have the person that I can share inside jokes with or complain about frustrating/annoying clients. On other great news, she just had her baby boy and he is so cute. Definitely counting down the days until she comes back (in exactly two months)!!!!
My "I don't know what I got myself into" face

So glad it's over thumbs up. (notice my bloody knee)
The second change was my trainer leaving to take an internship as an athletic trainer at Pepperdine. I’ve talked briefly about him in a previous post but just for reference, he was the reason why I started falling in love with powerlifting. We had more of a friendship than a trainer/trainee relationship and I felt that for the first time someone REALLY understood my personality and fitness goals. He pushed me when I had high self-doubts and made me an overall better powerlifter. I was really sad to see him go because I had progressed so much with him and learned a lot of valuable information. I mean he got me to back squat 195lbs which I never thought would ever happen.
So I was assigned another trainer and let’s just say that is not going so well. Whereas before I looked forward to my PT sessions, I have now found dreading and even canceling sessions that I had scheduled. My goals and his style of training are just so polar opposite that it’s frustrating when I’m voicing my concerns yet he seems to not listen. At this point I’m just hoping to get through my remaining sessions (17 but who is counting) and then just train by myself.

Well there you have it. A brief recap. Currently using the 5/3/1 training method, tracking macros and trying to reach my goal but I’ll go into detail for the next post. I promise that I will be posting that sometime soon. 
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