I’m a physique coach with a graduate degree in nutrition, 6 years of experience coaching nutrition clients, and 7 years of experience in nutrition research. Teaching people how to eat and train to reach their body composition goals is what I live and breathe. But it doesn’t mean I need to do it myself. Over the past 7 years, I’ve pushed my own body’s limits dieting and gaining. Now I’m ready to let my body just be.
I’m in a different reality now. It feels messy, scattered, arbitrary. Even though I stopped weighing and tracking food, I still do mental math about everything I eat. I’m hopeful that those habits will fade in time. I know I ate 2500-3000 calories on Monday and Wednesday; Tuesday I ran 11 miles and ate over 4000 calories. I’m still weighing myself, but I will retire the scale soon. If I can eat when I’m hungry and stop when I’m full, then my weight will go exactly where it’s supposed to go.
This isn’t bodybuilding. I can’t fuck around with 100-calorie increases to my intake each week. Trying to let go of the one thing I’m an expert in is so hard, but I can still have the identity of physique coach even if I let go of my identity as a physique competitor. I have new roles to fill (wife, runner). We’re in the endgame now.