Amsterdam in Spring is just magical. Even though my outfit might not be the Springiest you’ve ever seen in terms of colours (or lack thereof, I’m fully aware of that!), I love the feeling of not having to wear a coat when going outside. This […]
Six months have passed since I started this experiment. I call it an experiment because I wasn’t really sure if this thing called Personal Body Plan was something for me. I’ve never really been the biggest fan of gyms, I’ve never really felt comfortable in those group fitness classes and I certainly never envisioned myself going there at least 4-5 times a week. Until I did.
Besides the fact that I lost 18 kilograms over the past months (here you go, you curious little monsters ;) I’ve had so many questions about what size I was and now am, how much I weigh and how much weight I lost, so here’s your answer), I feel like I gained so much from this experience. It might sound as one big fat cliche, but working out the way I did (weight training) is something that gave me so much confidence. And I’m not only talking about the weight loss or the shape of my body here, I’m talking about the fact that it feels amazing to feel what your body is capable of. I mentioned this before, but I’ve always been a sporty type. I practised all kinds of sports, and enjoyed every single one of them to the fullest. People asked me so many times how I get motivated to train a lot, but honestly: I don’t really ‘get motivated’, I just am! But when I started weight training I realised I really didn’t know what I was doing. I thought I knew, but if I really knew where I was going, how would I have gotten so lost?
So that’s one of the main things Personal Body Plan has given me during this 6 month ride: knowledge. Knowledge about my body, to be able to use and move it in the best way possible. But also to understand that my body is different than your body is. Seems like a no-brainer, but my body is mine, and therefore functions differently than yours. Also the knowledge about the weights/machines at the gym. I honestly didn’t know how to use them properly and even though I wouldn’t call myself a pro now, I do know how to use them. And last but not least: knowledge about myself. That I’m able to endure and grow so much stronger in the process both literally (you should have seen my arms ;)) and figuratively speaking: I honestly feel this trip made me a better person. Looking forward to the next 6 months.
Oh, and Claudio: thanks for being the best coach I could have possibly had. Thanks for guiding. Thanks for being positive when I was trying to tear myself apart from time to time. And thanks for letting me know there’s always someone out there with bigger shoulders than me :’)
Dress – Topshop / Sneakers – Nike via Sarenza / Bag – A.P.C.
Happiness. Even though we all have our own definition of happiness – from having a reason to smile will having to smile for no reason, yes, think about that one twice ;) – for most of us it comes pretty natural to be happy. Of course, we all experience the occasional ‘down’ besides our ‘ups’, but I dare to say that many of us are lucky, and therefore happy, to have great family or friends, a roof above their heads and enough food to survive (and yes, I’m aware of the fact that for some there’s more to happiness that just that, but just to make a point). I have been reading quite some articles about happiness and its origins, but one article by Robert Holden caught my attention. He states that we often relate to happiness as something special. Or odd. Or lucky. But on the other hand we don’t really greet happiness with open arms for one reason: we don’t trust it. And I’m pretty sure he’s right.
Applying this to my personal situation:
I’m pretty happy. Or wait: I pretty f*cking happy! I’ve got a great boyfriend (we’ve been together for 11 years now), we live together in a lovely appartment in Amsterdam. I’ve got a great job, I’m running my own business, I’ve got awesome friends, a family who loves me and tons of shoes. Let’s blame my cautious nature for it, but somehow I’m always waiting for the fall. Waiting for things to go wrong. I admit this may sounds as a very negative take on life, but even though I don’t consider myself a negative person, it’s the truth.
I allow myself to enjoy the happy moments – of course – but as soon as the experiences are starting to get more intense or deep, I’m too afraid to loose it. Let’s get even more personal here: this might have anything to do with the fact that a lot of things in my life have always been guided by self doubt and I guess I doubt my happiness as much as I doubt myself.
So here’s an outfit post we shot at one of those moments I feel the happiest: during a relaxing, long weekend on the island with my love. I’m so grateful to be able to visit this wonderful place whenever we want (I received quite some questions about it, I’m thinking about devoting an entire post to it, but it’s the Dutch island Texel where my boyfriend grew up and where we always have a place to stay if we want to escape the city madness for a bit). As a girl who has always loved the city more than the country side I’m pretty surprised to say that those weekends on the island definitely are the moments I feel most relaxed (besides travelling abroad, I love that even more) and happy. Why? Perhaps because I never doubt a single thing about the happiness I feel when I’m there: I’m sure it will not fade.
Happiness. Are you afraid of it?