Big belly and slippery floor

Yep, I'm all out. No more inspirations and no more ideas.

I'm hitting the youtube emergency Button and building something from there... first I'll take all my favorite moves from my favorite bodybuilders and then I'll combine them into a horrible mess of poses. I'll love it and my coach will hate it. :)

Then he'll feel sorry for me and my childish mind and help me build a program that looks like me. <3
Yep, that's what will happen.

Arms and a full stomach...

Oh gosh, I'm not feeling too normal today...

but who cares...

I'm having fun-fun-fun :)

The arm day/ fast work out / best hour of the day / slingie-thingie went ok. I had some extra juice left over so I took my camera out and improviced :)

hmmm... what am I, 22 months out? Something like that! HAHAA! :D

Tattoo shop from Hell

Last night wasn't the best night for me. I was invited to see a wrestling match and to check out the new local gym that was the size of a big school and it actually had several different gyms inside it :)
Something for everyone!

Well, they also had a tattoo shop in the back. I was told it was only a tour around "the palace" but some one locked the doors and I was stuck in the tattoo shop... I didn't panic, I've been stuck in worse places and since I had time to kill I looked around.

All the wall papers were hand painted, the chairs and tables looked old and sturdy and the tattoo chairs were also very old but clean and well kept. The windowsills had hand made jewelry on them and all over the room there were big drawing papers with different tattoo designs drawn on them. Crayons and pencils were kept in huge glass jars and paintbrushes and paint were also left over from the wall decorations...  

A tall, thin man came in.
Man:"You shall see the Master in a moment."
Me:"Who?"
Man:"The master will make your tattoos better."
Me:"..." In my mind I got worried. What master? He's not touching me! Where am I?

The master came in...
(Just so you get an idea of what he looked like and how he sounds: mix together Howard Stern and Ozzy Osbourne.)
Master:"Look around, like the place. Enjoy you life while you have it..."
Me:"Aha?"
Master:"Here, look at this old chair. It's just a chair but we can not have this room ready with out it... and looke here. These paints we have, we can not paint with out them. All the small thing make up the usefulness of this room."
Me:"Hmm."

He walked over to the tattoo chair and put a pillow on it.
Master:"Please, sit. Get a feel for it."
Me:"No thank you, I'm fine."
Master:"Never mind, you'll want it later."

The doors opened, I was allowed to leave. I took a last look at the pretty jewelry over by the windows and wondered if they were for sale. I walked out.

It was sunny out side.

Up in the ass of Timo

I Just love this...
It always makes me laugh :D

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=orVBkI0m9ZY

Today nothing is going up unless I lift it :)
It's Upper Body Day and I'm focusing on my arms and abs.

First it's lunch and then it's time for some serious sweating.
Maybe I'll snap a few pics or a video?

We'll see. I haven't decided on the gym yet. Work place or local.. hmmm...

Slander and bad fish

About two nights ago I saw a short dream about an ethnic restaurant. I was gathering food to my plate (buffet) and there was almost nothing left. Just wet salad and dressings... The cook brought me some left overs from the kichen. I could see that the fish was half raw or spoiled...
An older guy was drinking beer by the window and constantly yelling out stupid stuff about the restaurant keeper and his ethnic back round.

Odd... I didn't do anything. I just stood there and hated the food.
I could have gone over to the guy (I knew I was sleeping) and thrown him out of the building ...maybe through the window :) but no, nothing. I just hated the food and did nothing. I heard my bus leaving. I missed it.
The dream ended. AND I didn't eat anything AGAIN.

Stupid dream.

lift me, lift...

I had a dream about elevators... twin elevators. You could walk through them if they were on the same floor and you could jump from one to the other -if you dared- when they were on the move... no doors and no back walls. The back wall was open and the other lift was right there... less than 1/4 of an inch away. I didn't jump and I didn't use them. I felt faint.

I did lift weights today! :)
I saw my PT and we had a shoulder work out in Lahti. My left shoulder is "stuck". I have to have it "opened" or twisted back to its right form... I can flex it but some of the muscles just don't get a pump. It's like they can't get filled with blood or something... I'll fix it. Later this week.

It's sad how bad everything looks on camera... IRL everything is so 3D and pumped and pretty :)
but in pictures: blääääh :P

feeling weak after the work out...

stupid phone...

makes me look SO SMALL...

happy camper @ www.kuntokeskuskm.fi

I'm sure my car will drive me back home if I just ask it really nicely? ... it's so cold and dark... and I'm so tired...

a bodybuilding cruise and some pulled pork

The cruise ship was BIG, wide and full of small shops, alleys, boutiques, cafes, restaurants (with weird themes like the Middle ages meets Star wars or Ireland meets Louisiana's alligator folk, uhhh?) I walked around and looked at all that trash that was being sold for nothing. Fake jewelry, plastic hats, posing trunks, bikini glue, self-tan products, protein bars…
I think we were coming from Sweden and going to Finland. Most of the people around me looked like bodybuilders. Naked bodybuilders… they were drying off their tans in the corridors and they didn't look like they were in ANY kind of a hurry! Even some of the really big guys were still just getting their first spraying. They won't move for an hour now? What's with these people?

All of the short BB-girls were short haired and had girlfriend with them. They had a glow in their eyes like they got a ticket to nirvana. I saw a lot of tattoos on men and skinny females with empty coffee cups in their hands running around to find a refill. The noise of the people and music, the splash of colorful clothes and shops were almost painful for me. I needed a break.

 I stopped at a restaurant that looked good enough for my diet and ordered "a small pig on a plate". I thought it meant that I would get a piece of pork with dressing and a salad. Maybe a potato or two. No. I got a fanfare of dancing goblins and flute music. They brought a whole pig (a very LONG pig) to the table. It was skewered from nose to tail and took most of my table space. It smelled YUMMY! I just looked at it and wondered if the meat would fall of the bones or could I bite in to it like in Asterix… oih :P They bought another pig in. It was like the first one but it had been breaded and still had some curly hair on its head. The man (who looked more like a character from a Robin Hood movie) sang out loud and nailed the pig to the wall behind me. He kept singing the same song: "Eat Emilay, eat Emilay. I will write her name down for all to see. Eat Emilay, eat Emilay. She is the pig that died…" something like that… spooky. He had a plank under the pig; it had writing carved on it. I couldn't read it (some kind of a freaky goblin language) but he started taking some of the carvings off with a small axe. I guess he tried to leave only the name of the pig there, but he did a horrible job of mostly just fu**ing up the nice plank… :/

I didn't have time to eat the pig 'cause we were at port already. Some of the guests had already started to drag their bags off the ship.

 I can't believe that I still forget to eat every now and then in my dreams. Ähh…

1 + 2 = 2,8

Last night I took part in an exam. Two exams were held at that same place. Some kind of an old library. A big round room with a balcony that went around the whole room and all the seats were pointed at a marble desk with a small reading lamp and a pile of ancient handmade books and papyrus scrolls.
I was there to get in to an art school but I was given the papers to get in to a geology-history school. I had some old maps and books and science crap with me but the guy behind me laughed and told me that I need the books from 1000 years ago go and the maps from the future (year 2310) to finish the exam with honor… I put my hand up to get the other exam papers.

I got new papers in front of me and started reading: "40 humans have entered the building to get in to the geology-history school, 20 will be picked after the tests. 200 humans have entered the building to get in to the art school. 40 will make it to the tests and 2 will be picked." WTF? What happens if you're not picked? Do you stop being a human? What is wrong with these people (the ones holding the exams)?

I looked around and all I saw were different people of different races hunched over their test papers and flipping through their maps and books. The guy behind me was looking at some old Yugoslavian maps and searching through star maps for another possible outcome for the old Yugoslavian wars in the 90's. Maybe I should have just gone with the first set of papers…
On my set all they asked about were ALL the years when something had happened somewhere for some reason in art history. I'm not good with years… or with time in general.

If you asked me to meet you somewhere at 6, I'll probably be close to the place around 5 and start my "just hanging around" routine and checking the exits and toilets around 5.30. I'm not good with weights either… I mean that if I gained 7 kilos (I weigh 55kg now) I would weigh about … hmmm… 5+7… 61,8kg ;)
The difficulty in getting a whole number (or an integer) is that I can't stop thinking about the thing that inside 55kgs and 7kgs is "another" kilo! 55,0 - 55,9 and 7,0 - 7,9. See it? So when it comes to time and something other than cooking with measures… I'm hopeless.

BTW. Even in cooking I cut corners and spill stuff and drop things and basically just forget about things. I've even pounded the sugar into a bun batter after it had been sitting and growing for 20 minutes. I didn't get it all in but the finished product was a mixture of sweet buns and salty rolls… I told everyone that it was a French recipe.

I feel like a thousand rabbits

and rabbits don't have boobs either... just wait. In 10 weeks they'll grow back :)
I hope :/

In MY dreams, Mika Nyyssölä!

http://www.mikanyyssola.fi/?page_id=506

The last time I saw Mika in my dreams was months ago. He held a Back posing lesson in a big room with mirrors all over the walls and I got dizzy all the time. Oh boy, was I tired after that dream, 8 hours of BACK POSING; wide back, double biceps, one-armed Arnold pose, big back, spread back, butt tuck, air suck, vacuum up, oh god…

So last night when I saw him again, I wasn't sure what would happen.

I was walking around in a big, old shopping center, looking at shops and cafes. Smelling the foods and getting the feel of the life (outside competition diets). I can eat now, in my dreams I mean. I can have whatever I want! Hihiii!
I walked around and came to a big ice-cream café. "Crazy-cream" was its name :)
Just next to it was a café type of shop, red walls (fleshy red) and big sofas. The kind of sofas that if your weight is more than 150kg you can still get up from one of them AND look good sitting down :D Bodybuilder safe. Even the material repels protein shakes and sweat so they never get dirty, HAH! Perfect! I found myself MORE interested in this "Body-café" than the ice-cream place next to it.

I walked in and touched one of the sofas as I walked passed it. Rock hard, but if I sit on it, I bet it'll soften around me and hold on to me with a pleasant squeeze… ohh. On the back wall there were rows and rows of jars and bags of protein, carbs, boosters, recovery bars, "body-candy", prefilled shakers (what a good idea!) as well as gainers, creatine and all that you might need to put together any kind of cocktail for a better body…
The longest wall was mostly windows; taped with the stores logo (some kind of a white wave or something) and there was a coffee machine right by the window. I walked to it and noticed that every time someone gets coffee, they see a BIG gym on the other side of the street (we were 5 floors up, so you see a lot of things). I wondered if I could buy a shaker with a perfect blend of supplements for my next work out…
I heard a rumble for the back of the store. Boxes falling, a metallic CLANG! and a Arnold like Aaarghh-ghh-ghh… could it be!? Arnold is in my dream?! I couldn't move. I was so excited :)

I stood there in the middle of the empty store. (It had just opened 5 minutes ago so I guess the usual customers were still home?)

Then I saw him. I'd recognize that dude anywhere.

Me: "Dude!" :)
Mika Nyyssölä: "Hey, welcome! Please, have some coffee and look around freely, this is my new store *****. I hope you'll find everything you need right here." (I can't remember what the store was called…)
We had our conversations in Finnish and I can't remember Everything so I'll make this short…

Me: "Oh, wau. This is YOURS? It's amazing."
Mika: "Thank you, it took a while but eventually I decided that it was time to try my own wings, hence the logo."
Me: "Oh, gosh. Can you give me a short tour through the supplements? I'd really like to buy a prefilled shaker for my back day…"
Mika: "Sure. I have everything and anything you might ever need." ;)
…

We talked and talked about supplements, HIIT workouts, training in general as well as competing. He gave me tips on my posing practices and carb loading. We had some of that coffee machines coffee (he had never had any, yet, it was so new.) and we decided that it was "mmm-Goooood-duuuude". Hah :D

Oh boy, did I have FUN! He's like the cooler brother in the Wolverine family ;)

Last time I saw him IRL, in real life, at the EXPO I couldn't stop looking at his beard. I think I have a Thing for beards and mustaches. A useful thing to have up here in Scandinavia… I always beg my Honey to let his beard grow on his longer vacations. In a week he looks like a terrorist or a homeless person. What is the matter with me?

Here, look. Mika had a back day:
http://www.mikanyyssola.fi/?p=8553 

Just to share a moment of my real life… when I shook Mika's hand at the EXPO I was AMAZED of how SOFT his hands are!!! :D
It was like shaking hands with Mr. NICE or some kind of an Ambassador of Happiness. I've held babies that have worse skin than him. Incredible (or then I've been given some pretty HC babies to hold???).

Having fun at the gym-gym-gym

No, I never think first... I just play around like a child... at the gym, I mean.
It's off season and the world is mine ;)

Fat dudes and dark alleys

Headaches = bad dreams

Last night I was watching this ½ gay, ½ strong man -type wrestling match. First my seat was right by the ring side but soon I was moved into the ring so that I could dubble as a judge :P

The guys were BIG, bald, really hairy in the wrong places and sweating like they had and ocean under their arms... yäk.
I kept watching, layed flat on the boxing rings surface and kept calling out points. I noticed that the guys resembled each other. In fact I was sure they were twins, the otherone was about 50kg heavier then his brother but ... yes... they were brothers.
Only one name was posted on the big screen above us. "Are they both called *****?" I asked someone who was sitting by the ring. No answer.  
I looked at the crowd of people sitting around us and shivered. ½ Zombies, everyone... Mouths open and hands hanging by their sides. Empty eyes looking at us, seeing nothing.
"Are they dead?" I asked the wrestlers quietly...
"Just don't look at them. They do nothing as long as we keep this up."
...

Rest of the night I ran around in dark alleys and tried to find a good fist fight. Not alot of fight clubs in my head I guess.
But I do get run over by trams every now and then. Usually in Ruoholahti for some reason... ?

Talking to myself

Bad me and Good me had a conversation.

B: Why don't you just quit this game and start eating what ever you want?
G: I have a plan with my PT.
B: Drop him. You don't need him anymore. You know how this works and you can always get back on track if you start getting fat.
G: Me and my PT have an agreement and a plan. I'm not quitting just to "make things easy for myself". It doesn't work that way.
B: Everyone does it. You've seen them. It's no biggie...
G: Stop pushing and stop messing with my head. I don't want to think about people who push shit down their holes and think it's no biggie. The body needs TIME to recover from the weeks it's lived through. You can't recover in a month with fast food and soft drinks.
B: Fast food is good, soft drinks are good. It's all in the mind. Your MIND needs to feed too...
G: My mind is fine. It doesn't need white sugar to feel good or a constant flow of crap to get stronger.
...

B: You could just take one little weekend off, fill your body and mind and get it out of your system... and Then get back on that "horse" you love so much?  
G: Listen you... I don't need to get anything out of my system 'cause I've never put it in there. I've never told myself that I'll pork out like an idiot after the shows or even dreamed about it. I'm doing this my way so SHUT UP!
B: OK, ok... I'll shut up. But you know I'll never stop quiestioning the goals you set in life or the choises you make. You'll always have to answer to me... and you'll have to win ;)  

I'm a grandmother!

Well at least I feel like one...
constant head aches coming and going... mostly coming. They take forever and when they leave it's still the same day.... ojjjhhh...

And I'm constantly making something "nice and warm" like these socks today:

my latest project

I went for a nordic walk today to keep my mind out of knitting...

I keep thinking about snow for some reason? Am I losing it? Do I miss winter now? What the hell is going on in my head with all those head aches? ...ojjjjhhh... here comes one now.

can't ski yet but hmmm... what's this?

someone made a piece of art... maybe?

How many bicycle crunches can you do?

I haven't been feeling too well lately.. sore throat, headaches from hell...
I took a day off from work and 3 days off from sports... I'm calling my bodybuilding "sports" now :) I'm hoping that it will inspire me more and give more reasons to find new ways to work out and to enjoy the outside life as well! Plyometrics or Track day or Streching day should be Just as fun and interesting as a "normal" day at the gym. Well not a whole day, just an hour... but what an hour that usually is <3 ... oj... :)

my latest project is finished

I saw Nicole Wilkins in my dream last night :)

We were at a big, white gym finishing off our work outs. Everything was red, white and blue. She was on the mat doing "boxing crunches" and I did negative crunces on a bench. She stopped after getting exhausted and asked me in a clear voice: "How many bicycle crunches can you do? I mean utill you cramp up or fail?" I stopped and just looked at her. I heard everything in FINNISH. She spoke perfect Finnish! :D

I stuttered a bit but answered her in Finnish... I noticed that it felt so odd to use Finnish, that English words kept slipping in to my speach and eventually I just flipped back to English... She laughed and we kept swiching back and forth between Finnish and English in our conversation. We did the cool down streches together and walked back to a huge mansion after the work out. I think it was our accommodation? We were on a trip or maybe it was a school of some sort?

Anyway, it was a much better dream than two night ago when I was stuck on a long train, bound for Siberia and the train was full of circus folk. It was a Super Freaky burlesque party all the way... Especially the bearded women should have kept their clothes on... yyyh :P

Master caution light is on

Aargh...
I got a splitting headache -aaangh...

nnnnn-GH!

Rest, rest... blaah :(

I gotta stop drinking coffee like it was water...

Upper body? -Check!-

I gave my upper body a good wake-up work out today :)

Gosh, it feels good to be back at the gym... And yesterday's legday is killing me today with its DOMS :D

I'll get my new work out plans and diet from my PT tonight... can't wait :) :) :)

Back on the horsie-worsie

I took some time off this week...
Wednesday I saw my PT and we did my competition wrap up :)
Thursday I had Swedish classes and Friday is Japanese classes so that leaves the weekend for sports.

 I got back in the gym on Saturday and played around with my lower body.

I got a new secret sponsor ;)

Oh, and my personal assistant died... :(
I found him on the office floor. I guess he choked on some kind of a fur ball...

Poor old George... I'll miss him :(

Competition wrap up

And OH! did I have fun that weekend <3

The teacher & the student :)

A short wrap up...
I loved it,
I loved it
and I'm going to do it again ;)

It took months but Bruce never gave up on me, neither did my PT or Honeybabe... I guess I didn't either :)
I've learned SO MUCH from Bruce's mentoring over all these years that we've known each other... I'll never forget him and I hope we keep in touch even when he returns to his "real world"...
The world is a big place I've heard...

I want to see it a little at a time...
Next year South Africa? Then maybe Japan <3

Mr. France

Oh... he's so... so ... he... hmmm :)

he's fun :)

Daniel Craig and a bag of blood

I've been seeing dreams about food and blood transfers...
 I finally got my hands on some blood pancakes :) IRL
I guess I had too many 'cause my tummy got all big again and boy does it hurt when I'm full of bad gas and shit :( I think all that dark bread eventually killed the last of my healthy biomass and I just slept like an angry warthog last night...

I slept from about 19:30 to 06:30. Not around the clock but close... Tummy was better but a long fasting like that sure didn't help my body to recover from last weekend :/ Since I slept so long I couldn't cook up any chicken for today so today I had spinach pancakes :)
I kept my hands off the dark bread and I'm feeling fine :D God damn IBS :(

I better keep an eye on my diet. I'm made of very gentle organs... pink little f*uckers that make my life so amazing and painful ;)

 Oh, about Mr. Craig. In my dream we were sleeping in the same bed. I woke up and saw that we had tubes up our arms... "what's going on?" I asked. He didn't speak. Passed out I guess... Blood was pumped out of our bodies into small bags. He woke up and we got up. Someone came over and pulled the needles out. Then we were given our blood back in small bags with our names on them. The "nurse" spoke to Daniel: "I bet you don't know what's been going on while you slept." I looked at the "nurse" with disgust and said: "Don't talk to James Bond like that. You don't know shit about what he knows or feels. He knows everything!" My little bag of blood said: "use for your next food"

I need to watch a Bond movie... I just feel it ;)

 I'm seeing my PT today. I'll make a "show memories" posting later after I've talked with him :)

The best EXPO I've ever been to :)

I'll write more later... I'll just let the pictures tell their story first :)

H2O for 5 more minutes... (saturday)

Mr. 3 :)
got 2nd place

Mr. Probody :)

Top 5 Nordic Pro 2013

I went to the Nordic Pro with my friend Bruce <3

I got my super tan from this lady, Nina Tanner <3
nokoninnu@hotmail.com
Det var jätte bra! ;D

team K&M

V.I.P. humans... ;)

Mika!

Mika!!

Mikaaaa!!!! :D:D:D:D:D:D:D

Reetta and the cutes Swedish dude ever ;)

I forgot my pants some where :D

Nina & no pants ;D

"pants" and my PT :)

this is food

ice creeeeeeeeeeeam... <3

I love the feeling of going back home after a PERFECT WEEK END <3<3<3<3<3

a small glass of wine ;)
(it's only 7% don't worry)