For the last few months, not a week has gone by in The GDI (my membership group) where one of the team hasn’t asked if they can “please heap praise” on fellow GDI-er, Jillian Mooney.

Our Jill has become quite the go-to gal for having seemingly done so very much with everyone’s nutrition to help them not only feel smashing and look great (the most important thing, obvs), but also to achieve and improve in their athletic pursuits, too.

You see, Jill is so bloody lovely and approachable for us normal people to easily access her and benefit from all she has to offer, but her foundations lie firmly in being trusted by serious athletes to get their bodies (and minds) in tip top* condition. She knows what she’s doing.  

As a woman who found that hitting 40 was unkind, and that having hit it during a lockdown of a longstanding affair with the Dominos delivery driver made it even unkinder, I’d become really f**king miserable with how I looked and felt. I’d never been 100% happy and always compared myself to others (is it sexist to say that’s a woman thing?), but I never massively struggled, and even after having a baby I still threw myself around in a pole fitness studio with reckless abandon. Never exactly sexy, but strong, and I was proud of that.

Lockdown & 40, though. Hormones, lifestyle… life. I was not a happy bunny. By 42, I was more of an unhappy hen, really. Think ‘Chicken Run’ and you’ll get the body shape I’m referring to.

A few months ago, a chance photo op with Diamond from The Gladiators whilst out shopping with Lily pushed me over the edge, and so within days, I’d rejoined the gym, signed up with a PT, and began a hugely beneficial and rewarding regime of weight-training.

However. Any great trainer or athlete will always tell you, you can’t out-train a bad diet. So within mere hours of my Diamond dalliance, I signed up with Jill to nail my nutrition. We started with her Kitchen Table Talk one-to-one, where she gets to know more about you, your lifestyle, and your eating habits/preferences.

Jill didn’t judge – she asked questions.

Jill didn’t preach – she explained processes.

Jill didn’t cut things out – she made tweaks and showed me how to enhance results naturally and pleasurably.

Jill didn’t just help with the goal of ridding myself of the negatives – she prepped me for positives within my newfound love of weights.

Jill didn’t give me a cut & paste plan based on data – she gave me tailored advice based on my needs, my goals, and my challenges.

Fun fact (NOT Jill’s words) – the reason I’m shaped like an avocado is because I eat so many of them. Thought they were ‘super’. They are not.

I pretty much hated her for advising me to cut back on them, but other than that… having implemented everything else Jill’s supported me with, I’m with my man Joey in the picture, here.

So the real Diamond in all this… is our Jill. Book in with her.