The other side of prep
It’s been almost 4 months since I finished the grueling journey of my first ever prep, there’s not an awful lot I can remember about how I felt during the last few weeks but there is one thing I don’t think I’ll ever forget and that’s the sheer amount of cardio I was doing, and if that wasn’t bad enough I was working 24/7 too – how I actually made it through all those weeks and out the other end is a total mystery to me!
Having only made it through prep once I’m by no means an expert but I can sympathise with my husband at the moment.
Craig is currently just over 2 weeks out from his first ever contest and these last few weeks have been, dare I say it… horrid, and in a moment I’ll explain why.
But first let me tell you a little bit about his journey. Craig started his prep 14 weeks ago and has always put 110% into his training. Watching his physique change over this period of time has been fascinating. Not only am I proud of his commitment, his avid interest into the tiniest detail about his diet, what he has, and is, achieving, but I love the fact that we have both gotten to where we are long after getting married.
I’ll be honest and say that this time two years ago we were both fairly dumpy, most people brush this off as a part of life… ‘that’s what kids do to you’ was the general excuse we used to use. It was then that we decided it was time to sort ourselves out and to bin the excuses once and for all.
And so our transformations began…
Now I’m sure I’ll get told off for this next bit but I want to be truthful in my posts, so now it’s time for me to tell you why these few weeks are some of the worst we’ve had… Since being together Craig and I have always had a pretty great relationship, we’re the couple that can spend all day, all night, all weekend, pretty much every day of the week together without getting fed up of each others company.
Well, that was until recently anyway.
I guess prep affects people differently but now I’m on the other side of it all I wonder just how I appeared to the outside world.
At the moment you could say that my husband looks like the man I married… but inside is someone quite different. The days go by with the smallest inconvenience becoming a major issue, for example if there’s something on the side that shouldn’t be then it very quickly becomes a heated discussion. Rather than just move it to where it should be, in the bin or otherwise, this person who looks like my husband decides that it’s a massive problem. The term ‘making mountains out of molehills‘ regularly comes to mind.
It’s both frustrating and so difficult to understand, I find us having the weirdest mini arguments over the stupidest things. I’ve noticed that there’s no warning signs to gauge the incoming reaction to things at the moment, no slow wind up to an all out explosion of mood – regardless of the situation it always receives the same level of outburst.
But that being said at least I know why he is like this, if there was no reason for it then I’d be worried.
There are still some very lovely days though and oddly enough I’m sometimes thankful for having these not so great days as they make me really appreciate the good ones. These good days are pretty much the high carb days, and then he’s back again, the man I married – only for a day or so but that’s all I need, it reminds me that prep doesn’t last forever and my lovely hubby will be back again soon.
Some of you might be reading this and thinking what’s the point of it all if it’s making you both so miserable? All I can say to that is what a lot of people have said to both of us during our journeys… If everybody could do it then it wouldn’t be worth doing.
So many people assume they are capable of something but until you really put yourself in the position to try, in my opinion you really can’t judge others, regardless of what the situation might be, the real courage comes from putting yourself out there and not only getting through these tough times, but most importantly getting through them together.
As they say; What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.