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Yanyah (Janja ) Milutinović

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  • Oh boy, did I come a long way since last year.. and to sum it all up I would say; Strenuous hard work.

I had a little discussion going on in the DM earlier this morning with a man who commented on my video and claimed that it’s equally as difficult for men and women to build muscle and gain strength.
I obviously disagreed.
Being a coach who train both men and women I can without a doubt say that men obtain results faster.
For those who do not know, the hormone testosterone is responsible for increased muscle mass.
And with that being said, men have on average 200-1200ng/dl (nanograms) test levels in their system naturally while women have ONLY have 15-70ng/dl
This means that a man with the naturally lowest levels of testosterone still have DOUBLE as much than the women with the MOST HIGHEST levels. With other words the average man has 16.47 times more higher levels than the average woman.
This explains why men are stronger and also naturally are able to build more muscle than women.
And why women have a harder time to lose fat and lean out compared to men because higher muscle mass means you burn more calories - even while you’re resting.

So yes.. I do take A LOT of pride in my strenuous hard work in the past year and a half to obtain this physique NATURALLY while being a woman and on that a mother!
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Now it’s your turn to work on your transformation with me!
Sign up for the next Get Made Challange to get in the best shape of your life and a chance to win $1000!
Click on the link in my bio!
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#ActionFigureGoals #Cellulite #CelluliteReduction #FitMom #MomBod #StrongMom #TransformationTuesday #OnlineCoach #Transformation #NaturalBodyBuilding #NaturalPowerbuilding #workout #fitspo #bodygoals #muscle #leanmuscle #fatloss #fitness #fit #fitfam #motivation #inspire #weightloss  #weightlossjourney #bodygoals
  • Oh boy, did I come a long way since last year.. and to sum it all up I would say; Strenuous hard work.

    I had a little discussion going on in the DM earlier this morning with a man who commented on my video and claimed that it’s equally as difficult for men and women to build muscle and gain strength.
    I obviously disagreed.
    Being a coach who train both men and women I can without a doubt say that men obtain results faster.
    For those who do not know, the hormone testosterone is responsible for increased muscle mass.
    And with that being said, men have on average 200-1200ng/dl (nanograms) test levels in their system naturally while women have ONLY have 15-70ng/dl
    This means that a man with the naturally lowest levels of testosterone still have DOUBLE as much than the women with the MOST HIGHEST levels. With other words the average man has 16.47 times more higher levels than the average woman.
    This explains why men are stronger and also naturally are able to build more muscle than women.
    And why women have a harder time to lose fat and lean out compared to men because higher muscle mass means you burn more calories - even while you’re resting.

    So yes.. I do take A LOT of pride in my strenuous hard work in the past year and a half to obtain this physique NATURALLY while being a woman and on that a mother!
    .
    Now it’s your turn to work on your transformation with me!
    Sign up for the next Get Made Challange to get in the best shape of your life and a chance to win $1000!
    Click on the link in my bio!
    .
    #ActionFigureGoals #Cellulite #CelluliteReduction #FitMom #MomBod #StrongMom #TransformationTuesday #OnlineCoach #Transformation #NaturalBodyBuilding #NaturalPowerbuilding #workout #fitspo #bodygoals #muscle #leanmuscle #fatloss #fitness #fit #fitfam #motivation #inspire #weightloss #weightlossjourney #bodygoals
  •  14,811  544  16 July, 2019
  • I might make it all look simple.
The early 5.30am alarms.
The 3 jobs that I have.
The lifts in the gym.
The motherhood I love.

So simple that some of you get offended when I write #NoExcuses
“Oh it’s so easy for you, you have a infant and I have 3 kids”
Some of you judge by what you only see here on social media; a Mother who is #20WeeksPostpartum with a tight and fit body.
She must have all the time in the world to work on herself right?
No, I do not.
I don’t have time at all.. I make time.
My health, physical, emotional and mental wellness is a priority to me. Because a healthy mother is a good mother and I understand the benefits of self care. 
The time that many of you will waste catching up on all your favorite tv-shows is the time that I dedicate to myself.
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“You have child care, I don’t have anyone to help me out!”
They must have missed the part that ALL my family members live in Europe and that the only help with child care that we have relied on is by his mother (We got our first baby sitter two weeks ago! Just so that we can get one day each to do whatever we want for 5h)
.
They act as if I don’t cook, clean, do laundry, change diapers, go through feeding time, bath time, deal with toddler fuss and tantrums and as if my child doesn’t get any attention, love and care.

So when I write #NoExcuses I really mean it.
I take pride in it because I know the daily obstacles I go through to be able to do what I do.
The constant hustle, the early mornings and late nights and the drive that has me going when I often just want to lay down and give up.
But I don’t,  because I am constantly reminded of who is watching me.. she is 💕

I suck it up, I get up and do what has to be done with no complains and with the same hunger from the day before because good things come to those who get out and f**king earn it!
.
#OffWhite #OffWhiteWomen #OnlineCoach #Transformation #PostpartumFitness #workout #fitspo #bodygoals #fitmom #muscle #leanmuscle #postpartumfitness #fatloss #fitness #fit #fitfam #motivation #inspire #weightloss #bodybuilding #weightlossjourney #bodygoals #fitmomsofig #MomBoss #GETMADE #NEOU #GETMADEWITHYANYAH
  • I might make it all look simple.
    The early 5.30am alarms.
    The 3 jobs that I have.
    The lifts in the gym.
    The motherhood I love.

    So simple that some of you get offended when I write #NoExcuses
    “Oh it’s so easy for you, you have a infant and I have 3 kids”
    Some of you judge by what you only see here on social media; a Mother who is #20WeeksPostpartum with a tight and fit body.
    She must have all the time in the world to work on herself right?
    No, I do not.
    I don’t have time at all.. I make time.
    My health, physical, emotional and mental wellness is a priority to me. Because a healthy mother is a good mother and I understand the benefits of self care.
    The time that many of you will waste catching up on all your favorite tv-shows is the time that I dedicate to myself.
    .
    “You have child care, I don’t have anyone to help me out!”
    They must have missed the part that ALL my family members live in Europe and that the only help with child care that we have relied on is by his mother (We got our first baby sitter two weeks ago! Just so that we can get one day each to do whatever we want for 5h)
    .
    They act as if I don’t cook, clean, do laundry, change diapers, go through feeding time, bath time, deal with toddler fuss and tantrums and as if my child doesn’t get any attention, love and care.

    So when I write #NoExcuses I really mean it.
    I take pride in it because I know the daily obstacles I go through to be able to do what I do.
    The constant hustle, the early mornings and late nights and the drive that has me going when I often just want to lay down and give up.
    But I don’t, because I am constantly reminded of who is watching me.. she is 💕

    I suck it up, I get up and do what has to be done with no complains and with the same hunger from the day before because good things come to those who get out and f**king earn it!
    .
    #OffWhite #OffWhiteWomen #OnlineCoach #Transformation #PostpartumFitness #workout #fitspo #bodygoals #fitmom #muscle #leanmuscle #postpartumfitness #fatloss #fitness #fit #fitfam #motivation #inspire #weightloss #bodybuilding #weightlossjourney #bodygoals #fitmomsofig #MomBoss #GETMADE #NEOU #GETMADEWITHYANYAH
  •  2,354  109  14 July, 2019
  • - Put the phone down, and go to work!
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I used to hear that a lot in the beginning of my fitness journey every time I set the camera up to record.
“Oh I see you’re working out your thumbs again..”
I was new to the gym and I would just laugh it off because I was intimidated and I felt like a nobody.
My confidence had never been as low as then; I had just got out of a 4.5 year old extremely physical, verbal, mental and emotional abusive relationship.
I was scared.
But I knew what I wanted.
I wanted to love myself, I wanted to feel happy and I wanted to feel strong again.

I documented my journey which not many followers where watching; but it wasn’t for them. It was for me.
It was a diary, an act of expression and tracking of progress.
A outlet to let go of what was once hurting me and to refocus on what really mattered; me.
Despite of my initial reason, day after day; one after one - the “follow” button got clicked on.
10.000, 20.000, 30.000 - shoutouts - magazine publishing’s - fitness competitions - documentaries and in a blink of an eye it said 100.000.
I met my fiancé, I got pregnant and swoosh 30.000 followers was gone. 
None of who I really regarded as a loss because most of their support was in the form of a eggplant emoji underneath my photos and videos.
Then it was postpartum.
It stood still, and so I felt with my progress.  I couldn’t lose weight, I couldn’t find ways to grow and whatever I did felt like I was stomping in one place. But I wasn’t. 
I was working on a transformation that would give hope to so many people.
Click.. click.. click.. click.. 235.000 strong.

The same people who would give me a hard time in the beginning now ask me how I did it.
Well, I did it by being me. 
By being authentic, honest, open, vulnerable and real.
I did it by showing you that I am just like you. 
I did it because I did it for me.
Not to compare myself with others, not by copying, not by bending over and showing my private parts or other outrageous stuff. 
I didn’t even need make up on majority of my photos. I did it because I was bare, with my clothes on.
I did it because I shared my soul and opened up my heart.
I did it because I didn’t listen to them.
  • - Put the phone down, and go to work!
    .
    I used to hear that a lot in the beginning of my fitness journey every time I set the camera up to record.
    “Oh I see you’re working out your thumbs again..”
    I was new to the gym and I would just laugh it off because I was intimidated and I felt like a nobody.
    My confidence had never been as low as then; I had just got out of a 4.5 year old extremely physical, verbal, mental and emotional abusive relationship.
    I was scared.
    But I knew what I wanted.
    I wanted to love myself, I wanted to feel happy and I wanted to feel strong again.

    I documented my journey which not many followers where watching; but it wasn’t for them. It was for me.
    It was a diary, an act of expression and tracking of progress.
    A outlet to let go of what was once hurting me and to refocus on what really mattered; me.
    Despite of my initial reason, day after day; one after one - the “follow” button got clicked on.
    10.000, 20.000, 30.000 - shoutouts - magazine publishing’s - fitness competitions - documentaries and in a blink of an eye it said 100.000.
    I met my fiancé, I got pregnant and swoosh 30.000 followers was gone.
    None of who I really regarded as a loss because most of their support was in the form of a eggplant emoji underneath my photos and videos.
    Then it was postpartum.
    It stood still, and so I felt with my progress. I couldn’t lose weight, I couldn’t find ways to grow and whatever I did felt like I was stomping in one place. But I wasn’t.
    I was working on a transformation that would give hope to so many people.
    Click.. click.. click.. click.. 235.000 strong.

    The same people who would give me a hard time in the beginning now ask me how I did it.
    Well, I did it by being me.
    By being authentic, honest, open, vulnerable and real.
    I did it by showing you that I am just like you.
    I did it because I did it for me.
    Not to compare myself with others, not by copying, not by bending over and showing my private parts or other outrageous stuff.
    I didn’t even need make up on majority of my photos. I did it because I was bare, with my clothes on.
    I did it because I shared my soul and opened up my heart.
    I did it because I didn’t listen to them.
  •  3,519  166  9 July, 2019
  • I don’t write much about my brothers passing and there is a reason to it.. it is too painful.
I lack the words to explain the immense agony that I carry inside because there is no words that can do so.
So, at times I rather just stay quiet.

In a month from now, it will be one year since he left us. 
I look back at this year and still ask myself the same question, how can I continue to live and move on without him?
At first, I lived by the seconds and I felt every single one of them.
Tick... tick... tick... it was all I could do to put my feet down on the floor and move one foot in front of the other.
Then the seconds turned into minutes, which slowly turned into hours, days and weeks; the first two weeks where unthinkable.
Nothing can really prepare you for the death of a younger sibling, your only brother.
I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t think straight and sometimes I just shook uncontrollably.
I had no idea how to process what was happening, and I still don’t today. 
At times the tears fall silently; sometimes the sobs rocks my entire body.
But the worst is when they won’t come at all. I lay in bed in agony unable to move, the ache so incredibly deep that my heart feels like it’s literally broken.
If the tears come I might have at least some relief.

I go through horrific times imagining how things might have been different, or could they have? The thoughts race through my mind “What if I had done… what if they had done… or what if we hadn’t done… or they didn’t do… what could have been if…?”
The agony of what might have been but would never be..
I know that it is impossible for me to move on as I once was before, so I must go on as I never have.
Silently grieving, not out out of weakness but the price that I paid for love.
  • I don’t write much about my brothers passing and there is a reason to it.. it is too painful.
    I lack the words to explain the immense agony that I carry inside because there is no words that can do so.
    So, at times I rather just stay quiet.

    In a month from now, it will be one year since he left us.
    I look back at this year and still ask myself the same question, how can I continue to live and move on without him?
    At first, I lived by the seconds and I felt every single one of them.
    Tick... tick... tick... it was all I could do to put my feet down on the floor and move one foot in front of the other.
    Then the seconds turned into minutes, which slowly turned into hours, days and weeks; the first two weeks where unthinkable.
    Nothing can really prepare you for the death of a younger sibling, your only brother.
    I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t think straight and sometimes I just shook uncontrollably.
    I had no idea how to process what was happening, and I still don’t today.
    At times the tears fall silently; sometimes the sobs rocks my entire body.
    But the worst is when they won’t come at all. I lay in bed in agony unable to move, the ache so incredibly deep that my heart feels like it’s literally broken.
    If the tears come I might have at least some relief.

    I go through horrific times imagining how things might have been different, or could they have? The thoughts race through my mind “What if I had done… what if they had done… or what if we hadn’t done… or they didn’t do… what could have been if…?”
    The agony of what might have been but would never be..
    I know that it is impossible for me to move on as I once was before, so I must go on as I never have.
    Silently grieving, not out out of weakness but the price that I paid for love.
  •  4,547  129  8 July, 2019