WELCOME, ANGEL.

On Sunday 12^th of September, our Hustl. Gold Coast family dedicated the morning to the Move For Lex foundation at our studio in Mermaid Beach. We had an amazing turn out, members could bring friends along, there were pink cupcakes, polaroid films, words of well wishes & of course we all got a sweat in with angel trainer, Em. All I can say is I am blown away with the generosity of this little family of ours, you girls have the biggest hearts. 

There was plenty to be grateful for on Sunday morning, and the biggest takeaway we had was to not take life for granted & that movement is a blessing. Life is precious and we should try to remember this, even in the chaos of it all. Sending all of our love & light to Lex and her family during this time – we love you angel.

If you haven’t already heard about Lex’s journey, follow their Instagram page at @moveforlex and have a read below:

Alexa Leary, Noosa local, just turned 20 & is now 40 days into her recovery after a crash from her b...

I am not normal, but neither is our coffee addicted society. I used to wonder for years how people have so much energy, how they are constantly up to do everything and never tired. I stopped wondering, because I realised most of the people I was comparing myself to were males – I’m the last person to ever question the female strength, however we are built different and our hormones can really take a toll on our energy. I also realised the people I was comparing to myself, fuelled themselves daily with endless cups of a little, addictive black substance. I could not allow myself to become dependant. 

I can’t drink coffee, I turn into a rat on acid. Seriously. It's not a health kick, and it's not a detox - I have never opted for drinking coffee. I need to rest myself the natural way and acknowledge my over-active adrenal glands and my extremely high cortisol levels, I need to sit with myself and feel my anxiety because for some reason that emotion needs to be felt. When I do that, wh...

“Why isn’t he crying?”

I still remember naively sitting there at my 36-week appointment. The midwife asked me how nervous I was to give birth out of 10, I said 1 just to give her a number. I had this unrealistic expectation of birth. That I was a woman, and it is meant to just come naturally to me, and I am going to be this goddess who does a full ‘Kourtney Kardashian’ and pulls their baby out their ginny themselves without breaking a sweat. I was 24, had been athletic all my life and had formed my opinion of birth from the glorified accounts I followed on Instagram.

WHAT A GOOD FUCKING JOKE!

So let me bring you to where shit started to turn south. I am 20 something hours into labour. I got an epidural after consistently telling my husband to cut my foot off. Life was great. I am eating all the snacks and cracking banter with the midwife (cause something has to break the awkwardness of a stranger peering into your womanhood every 5 minutes). Now, my midwife discovers Coda is posterior. I ...

You’ve been asked a million times, but we love to hear the response time and time again. The age old question that it all comes back to – why did you start HUSTL?

To be honest it’s not really the story everyone imagines it would be. It was never one of my dreams to have my own fitness studio, to cut the red ribbon & put up a big sign. I was more excited to start HUSTL. because I saw this massive hole in the market that to me seemed so obvious. At the studios I worked at prior to HUSTL. I always got in trouble for playing the music too loud, singing into the microphone, turning the lights off or making the classes way too intense. My classes where always full and so I thought fuck it - if this place doesn’t exist, then I’m just going to have to create it. 

Hard work, discipline and sacrifices play a large part of where you are today. But word is that you practice manifestation and truly believe in the powers of it. Have you always manifested, when did you start and what does a basic m...

I hope when you read my words, 
that you don’t make the assumption I have all my shit together.
I hope you know that the only reason I can talk about my horrible past is because my present isn't perfect either. 

Nothing in my life is perfect, 

I could pretend it was in a sort of soothing fictional way but I feel like the fantasy would lead to a reality of disappointment. 

These pages,
for now are the darkest part of my story,
the parts I don't like talking about but feel I need to.

I hit it really hard, with absolutely no intention of slowing down. 
I had nothing left. I had no fight to give.
I had absolutely nothing.
I hit rock bottom and I didn’t fucking care.
I was angry at the world, I was angry at myself.
I sat there in that low torturous frequency for 5 months.
In a sick way I enjoyed it. 

I stopped caring how many hours I would sleep a day, what thoughts controlled my mind or the pain my heart created in my chest.
I didn’t care anymore.
It was a pity party and I was the only one...