Just food for thought: At my last competition, I noticed a ton of women wearing crop tops that said “bikini season”…. Isn’t it ALWAYS bikini season for competitors? (LOL)

Anywhosit, sorry it’s been so long since I’ve checked in! My research at school keeps me running around along with work and training and to add even more stress I adopted a stray cat I found about a month ago. He’s about 14 weeks old now and is growing like a weed despite having a coccidia infection. I’ve named him Twister because I found him in some twister wreckage on the side of the road in Navasota on my way to Houston to visit John. He’s black with a little sliver of white on his chest and on his belly and likes when I meal prep because I share my chicken with him tehehe.

Enough about my cat, I know you’re here to read about how the Branch Warren Classic went two weeks ago. After switching to figure about 6-8 weeks out from that show, I expected it to go much worse than it did, simply because I had been preparing the wrong muscle groups for most of the time. My time lifting went from mostly hamstringsĀ and glutes to lats and delts. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE training back, but it was rough trying to make the growth changes in my back and delts that I needed to make without the diet to build them in such a short period of time. I knew I wasn’t going to make it on stage in the perfect condition that I wanted to be in but that sure-as-hell didn’t mean I wasn’t gonna try like hell to make it happen. So, if you’re ever in a similar situation for one reason or another, NEVER EVER tell yourself, “Well, I won’t be perfect anyways so I can go easier on myself”. No, don’t do that to yourself. You pull yourself together and say, “I’m going to push myself harder than I’ve ever pushed at the gym and I’m going to hate myself for it for the next (insert number here) weeks, but I know getting on that stage I will look and feel better about my body knowing how hard I pushed with absolutely zero regrets about my effort. I will go on stage KNOWING that no matter what placement I got, I ate perfect and I lifted heavier and more than I ever did before to get where I needed to be, regardless of whether or not I came up short”. The shorter version: Bust your ass so when you get on stage you have ZERO regrets.

I know a lot of that is easier said than done, believe me I’ve been there, I still have lots of regrets fresh in my mind from even my first show prep, but I know I went on stage for my first figure show looking and feeling better than I did for my first bikini competition. Baby steps are better than no steps at all at this point. I’ll take whatever progress I can get.

We really didn’t change much diet-wise between the peak weeks for bikini versus figure: Similar water manipulation and honing in on the diet. Same tanning preparation (buffing and pH balancing leading up to it), but we did four layers instead of three for figure (being darker can’t hurt me but being too light CAN). When in doubt, just go darker. I loved the way things changed slightly leading up the the BWC, and I’m pretty proud of my results. I came in third at my first figure show!… out of three (LOL). I was the tallest of the girls in my class, surprisingly, but considering my circumstances I’m happy with the end result. We have since tweaked my posing and I’ve made slight gains in the size of my lats, but I feel like my delts will ALWAYS be lacking… For now.

For the Labrada this weekend, we aren’t changing much either. Different method of carb loading SLIGHTLY, but that’s it for the most part. Straight forward, I know, nothing thrilling.



So, what will I do after all this? Well, I hope to end my first season on a good note tomorrow night so I can push through the next 8-9 months with a smile on my face. I’m going to use that time to make massive growth gains in my delts and lats mostly, put some muscle mass back over my rib cage (I look really bony compared to some other competitors in my opinion), grow my triceps and biceps a heck of a lot more (I still have chicken arms), and for the love of God get some freaking abs (LOL)!

Now, I get to spend the rest of my Friday sitting on the couch stressing about my competitors’ meeting in Stafford tonight and waiting for my parents to arrive (don’t worry they’re actually not here to see me compete).


Happy Lifting!!!