The 1st splash of paint!Β 

Like how do you even start a blog πŸ˜‚ Do you start  it with the awkward and sad hello ? Literally sitting here going hello,hi,ahh stuff it ! Right well following on from last weeks drama, I’m slowly getting back on track. 

I’m currently commuting up and down to Tipperary to work my notice .If I get passed this month with no speeding fines il be doing very well ,honestly think if the fitness career doesn’t take off for me I could chance my arm in mondello πŸ˜‚

Started a diet plan with the ever so handsome Mr Harte,Ladies forget  Ryan gosling  or  my much preferred Bradley cooper this lad  would have you weak at the kneesπŸ˜‚ Right back on a serious note the  diet consists of 7 meals a day YES I said 7 ! I’m literally constantly eating it’s bloody brilliant! 

So with all that sorted I thought right training , where will I train now so I approached Alastair  again and asked him if he would train me ! For those that are following me on snapchat, it’s a good thing I’m a morning person 6am every morning ! My 1st day I rock up been told it’s a circuit and there will be 2 others so that’s grand no bother!So I hop up on the bike anyhow peddling away when  2 other men rock in !!! I thought to myself Marie are you nuts look at the size of you compared to them and your going doing circuits with them. The testosterone  was pumping in that room  that morning dam right I was a little tense Jesus I didn’t know where to look πŸ˜‚ 

A week in and I’ve settled in perfect the lads are absolute gents to me and I’m finding out all the local gossip too who knew men where such news bags πŸ˜‚ I have decided to be a little selfish and use the next few months to learn as much as I can and make this dream a reality.

So with that being said I went into my local hardware store,to see if I could purchase a few bits for my sessions.Standing looking at sledge hammers and ropes ,I then proceeded to look at tires and measuring up a few sandbags at home πŸ˜‚Needless to say ya man in the hardware store was absolutely baffled  which brought on my smirk πŸ™ˆ I struggle to control  this when other people’s reactions amuse me πŸ™ˆπŸ˜‚Lord God sure that rightly set him off πŸ˜‚Are you doing some D.I.Y he says … ” I am ya I said” not wanting to get into it with him  my plan to absolutely torture the poor so and sos that sign up with me πŸ˜‚

So there ye have it…..

The canvas has its 1st splash of paint on it  excited to see what the next few weeks will bring.




Life isn’t about finding yourself .Life is about creating yourself.

Share your story here it says ….. And I’m watching the icon flicker as words fail to come to my mind. Where on earth do I even start ! How much do I say … Should I not just keep this private and post loads of motivational msgs? Well I said from day one  I am going to be 100 percent honest . So honest is what I will be.

Life has a way sometimes of swishing you off your feet and carry you 10,000 miles in the opposite direction. It’s not until things start to go wrong in your life you start to examine the cracks that you casually brush over on a daily basis. I broke it off with my long term boyfriend of almost 5 years during the week,on that same day I handed in my notice and if that’s not enough I have packed my bags and currently living with my little brother.

As I was driving down to cork yesterday my car loaded up with bin bags  ,I put the window down fully ,left the radio off and for the 1st time in a long time I felt the weight completely lifted off my shoulders. I was always a girl with the plan, 2 college degrees ,long term boyfriend,nice house,nice car,good job ….but if truth be known I was absolutely miserably. So here I am 27 years of age jobless,living with my little brother and a single Pringle .πŸ˜‚ 

“The plan “I have absolutely no idea the canvas is clear .



What you eat in private you wear in public!

The joys of woman hood hit me over the weeknd and literally all I wanted was chocolate πŸ™ˆπŸ˜‚ I was doing very well until I discovered the jar of Nutella in work!For a full 12 hour shift, I went in and out of that fridge with a spoon πŸ™ˆπŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚. Then I raided the sweets press and if that wasn’t enough I polished off Miss Cahill’s chocolate cake πŸ™ˆπŸ˜‚. It was comfort eating at its best!
But I was not satisfied no matter how much I ate I wanted more! Came home from work Sunday night disgusted with myself had a nice pudgy belly,grumpy as …!
But Monday morning rolled around,I thew all the boyfriends chocolate in the bin …sorry Reece πŸ™ˆπŸ˜‚!But hey no point in lying to myself, I have absolutely no will power when the train comes to town πŸ™ˆπŸ˜‚.Did a Clean shop,hit the gym and chilled out and had some me time.
Moral of the story we all fall off the band wagon,we all feel like shit and crave junk food,just as much as the next person.
But what is important is to nip it in the bud don’t let a bad day turn into a bad week.


Do people really care?

Hey ! So my second blog ,yup still doesn’t get easier.
I used to live for the weekends,wishing my life away until Saturday night rolled around.I was never stuck for people to socialise with and was always dolled up to the nines…however underneath it all I had such low self esteem….

I was the type of girl that used to hate eating In front of other people,and God forbid I was to go out with a fella for food I’d starve! “No Im not hungry thanks”Starving, salivating at the mouth looking at his food.ha  Going on a night out I couldn’t possibly walk into a bar alone ,you’d send the text “I’m  outside”so one of girls come out and escort u in!

With regards socialising, I’d have to have a few drinks before I head out  for the Dutch courage,and no way in hell would I go near the, dance floor until I taught I was BeyoncΓ©!

I was an emotional wreck and every little thing got to me,I over thought everything!!!

All of this sounds so sad  but that was the reality of it! I was Not a strong confident woman,but fitness changed all that.I started getting compliments off women so then I didn’t care what males taught.I started to feel good about myself so I didn’t care what other people taught.

I learnt to go out and not drink and 9 times out of 10 I’m the one pulling the girls out on the dance floor.I now choose when I want to drink and not because everyone else is.

But most of all I’ve learnt to be selfish!!!I have stopped trying to please everyone.It’s ok to do NOTHING! Life can get so busy and sometimes you just need to switch off!I put myself 1st,I have stopped being paranoid and when those insecurities pop into my head I tell myself nobody gives a shit Marie! Lol
Because that’s the reality of it is nobody cares,there will always be  people that try and drag you down,but the rest do they really care ???We are all just trying to get by! So Join that gym,go for your run,wear what you want and forget everyone else.Because in the end of the day we only get one life, so live it the way you want to…not the way you think u ought to.


Who is MissFit ?

My first Blog ahhhh very daunting to say the least. Right here goes I am currently working with Adults with Intellectual Disabilities.After 10 years working in this Sector I’ve decided to take a massive leap change careers and go back to college and train as a personal trainer! 

I wasn’t always a sporty girl,as a child I was the sub they would put on the pitch for the last 5mins for a run around or if they were badly stuck I’d be stuck up corner forward lol! In school well my god,I’d say I had period cramps every week to  get out of PEπŸ˜‚

It wasn’t until 4 years ago I fell in love with fitness,it wasn’t because of  the way I looked after training  but the feeling it gave me ! I had an extremely stressful job and if the truth be known I was quite lost in myself ,being adopted I struggled with my self image.I didn’t speak until I was 4 ,with a lot of speach and language therapy over the years.I would have struggled in school,constantly having to work harder than everyone else I got grinds in maths from the age of 6 right up to my leaving cert.

However I  am blessed to have found such an amazing family and my mum in particular my best friend pushed me constantly to become the best version of me .I went to college to study social care and then went on to study Montessori teaching .

In 2012 myself and a friend decided to join a gym and that was the start of it .I would come off night duty and go to the gym…sounds crazy but the release I got from a workout was unreal .I felt a weight lifted off my shoulders the min I entered the gym and my mood changed instantly …yup those wonderful endorphins.I was hooked the feeling exercise gives me is insane.

It hasn’t been always  been smooth sailing , But that’s life I guess ,we have our ups and downs  and many a night I cried myself to sleep but it  has been my fitness that has made me the strong confident woman I am today . Corny as it sounds but “the stronger I got ….the stronger I got “.