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Janette Benditwithbendle, Studio@61a Mornington Industrial Park. Nepean Highway, Mornington (2026)

24/04/2026

Before the sun rises this morning, I pause.

I can’t remember the last time I didn’t go to the Mornington Park dawn service.

And while I do run a class every ANZAC Day

today’s post isn’t about me, my studio, or movement.

This is about them.

The men.
And the boys.

Each name that’s read out a life that once sat at a family table, laughed with friends, had plans, had someone who loved them.

Boys.

And then there are the words of In Flanders Fields and something shifts.

Those words

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky

I often find myself wondering,
what were they thinking, all those years ago?

Sitting in trenches.
Cold. Waiting.
Knowing they were about to walk out and face another human being.

Because at the core of it no one truly wants to take another life.

And yet, they were asked to.

Those words

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Today, it won’t just be one place.
It will be towns and cities across Australia and New Zealand, the world.
People standing quietly, remembering.

There’s something both beautiful and deeply sad in that.

Beautiful in the way we come together, in silence, in respect.
Sad in what it all represents.

Families who lost sons.
Women who lost husbands.
Brothers who never came home.

Lives interrupted. Futures never lived.

And here we are now

With choice.
With comfort.
With the freedom to live our days in ways they never got the chance to.

It doesn’t feel like something to take lightly.

So this morning, in whatever way it’s held
I pause, reflect, and remember.

Grateful and a little heavier for it too.

Lest we forget. ❤️

23/04/2026

At the beginning of life, we’re given this one life.
That’s it.�That’s the job.

At first, someone else takes care of us.�Feeds us.�Protects us.�Makes sure we’re safe and supported.
But that doesn’t last forever.

At some point, whether we realise it or not�that responsibility becomes ours.

We are the ones who have to�feed this body�move this body�rest this body�protect this body�choose what and who we surround it with
And yet so many of us hand that job over.

We look for someone else to show up for us.�To validate us.�To take care of us.
But no one is coming to do that job full-time.

Because we are our human.

So what if you started seeing it that way?
What if you woke up and asked�“What does ME need today?”

Not what’s convenient.�Not what’s easy.�But what’s actually in your best interest.
I imagine things would look different.

Less self-criticism.�Less putting yourself in environments that drain you.�More movement.�More care.�More respect.

Because loving yourself isn’t a feeling.
It’s how you show up.
It’s the way you take responsibility�for the life you’ve been given.

You don’t even have to like yourself today to do that.
That part can come later�through the things you do�that make you proud.

But loving yourself?

YES

That’s the job.

And it’s yours.

22/04/2026

Do you know what I’ve been thinking about…

When was the last time you did something
for the first time?

Not something big.
Not something impressive.

Just, something different.

Because it’s easy to stay where we feel comfortable.
To move the way we always move.
To do what we already know.

But that’s also where things stop changing.

The body doesn’t need perfection.
It needs variety.
Challenge.
Something a little unfamiliar.

Not to overwhelm you
but to wake things back up again.

That’s where strength builds.
That’s where confidence grows.

Not at the end
but in the beginning.

That’s exactly why I created my On-Demand platform.

So you’ve got somewhere to start
in your own time,
in your own space,
at your own pace.

No pressure.
Just movement, that evolves with you.

Link in bio

21/04/2026

This is what I'm talking about....

Don't you just love that feeling when you're completely comfortable being you? ❤️

20/04/2026

This is not where we start…

But the better our mobility,
the better our quality of life becomes.

Because when we move better,
we move more freely.
More easily.
With less restriction.
And that changes everything.

This isn’t about doing the splits.

It never was.
It’s about being able to:
bend down
reach up
get up off the floor
move through life, without thinking twice

The goal isn’t extremes.
The goal is to maintain mobility for life.

And that starts exactly where you are.

Even just a little, done consistently, goes a long way.

20/04/2026

Do you know what I've been thinking about?

We are not broken we are just not moving the way we are designed to.

Not because we are lazy.
Not because we don't care
But because Life got convenient.

Cheers, cars, screens.
Days that disappear without us ever really using our bodies.

And then somewhere along the way, we start to feel it.

Tight.
Stiff.
And a little disconnected from ourselves.

But here's the thing, your body has not forgotten.

It's still there.
Waiting.
Ready to respond the moment you ask something of it.

That's why I created this space.

My Bend it with Bendle, on demand platform is now live. So you can move whenever it suits you.
How it suits you, with what you've got.

No pressure. No perfection.
Just movement that fits into your life.

Because it's not about doing everything.
It's about doing something.

It's there when you're ready.

The link is in the bio.

07/04/2026

I walked past my mirror in the lounge…

Surrounded by my crystals
and my family.
All treasured.

I caught a glimpse of myself
and thought,
“Ooh who’s that?”

And then I realised

It was me.

So I picked up my phone
and took the photo.

Phone in hand, arms up
trying to catch the light, the angle, the moment.

But what I didn’t expect
was to catch myself.

Not the polished version.
Not the one you try to perfect.

Just…..... me.

And I had a little smile.

Because in that moment,
I saw myself a little differently.

Not as someone to improve
but as someone to recognise.

I’ve always quite liked who I am.
Confident. Grounded. Comfortable in my own skin.

But what I saw in that moment
was something else.

A deeper recognition.

The same woman
just a little more lived in.

A few more lines, yes.
A few more stories.
A little more life sitting gently on me.

And instead of questioning it

I appreciated it.

Still saying yes to life
(with slightly better boundaries 😉).

I read something recently:

“Just as you are, right here and now, is the way.”

And I thought
maybe there’s nowhere to get to.

I’m already here.

And maybe that’s the moment it clicks

Not becoming someone new,
but finally recognising
the woman you already are.

Because the more you live
the more you see.

And these days?

I really like what I see.

And I’m curious

Who else is starting to feel at home
in who they are?

I’d genuinely love to hear where you’re at…
whether you share it here or send me a quiet message 🩷

I’ve written a longer version of this over on Substack… if you feel like a quieter read 🩷

04/04/2026

This is what it’s all about.

Strong.
Mobile.
Capable.

Not perfect.
Not complicated.
Just moving your body in a way that actually supports your life.

At Bend It with Bendle, we don’t chase trends,
we build bodies that can keep up with real life,
lifting, twisting, reaching, walking, living.

Because feeling good in your body?
That’s the real goal.

And it doesn’t matter where you’re starting from.

Just start.

Fun. Functional. Pilates.

11/03/2026

Twelve months ago I received a phone call.

“We would like to offer you the opportunity to be part of The Golden Bachelor.”

Nerves.
Excitement.
Apprehension.

Packing. Repacking. Packing again.
Two 23 kilo suitcases.

Would I use it all?
Yes, and probably more.

No one quite knew how long we would be away or what lay ahead.

And then suddenly I found myself doing something rather unexpected. Writing a poem to a man I had never met.

It began like this:

I may be golden, yet my spirit is ageless,
A heart that dances, wild and courageous.
Five years solo, a chapter ready to end,
A brand new story waiting to be penned.

Soon after came the red carpet moment.

Standing there with nineteen other women, strangers at first, stepping into something completely unknown.

The Bachelor may have brought us together.

But he was not the one who stole our hearts.

The women did.

Arms wrapped around one another in support.
Laughter.
“I’m listening.”

And when filming ended, life quietly returned to normal.

Group chats.
Phone calls.
Events.
Premieres.
Hair and make up, far removed from our everyday lives.

Life continued as usual, just with a little extra sparkle.

And we wondered.

Was that it?

Or only the beginning?

The friendships continued.

And here we are now, twelve months later, together again in Sydney for our reunion.

Dinner.
Dancing.
A cruise.

Reality television brought us together.
Real life kept us that way.

One woman found love with the Bachelor.
The rest of us found something equally extraordinary.

We found love with each other.

My spirit is ageless.

Perhaps that is the real lesson of it all.

Stay curious.
Stay open.
Keep flirting with life.

Because sometimes the love story you think you are stepping into becomes something even more beautiful.

09/03/2026

Reunion weekend.

A few Bridget Jones moments were always going to be part of the story.

It began with a broken suitcase…
which meant transferring everything from my small case into a much roomier one for five days in Sydney.

Positive thinking prevailed.
More space.
More options.
You never know what a reunion weekend might require.

Then came the next Bridget Jones moment.

I arrived at baggage claim, confidently grabbed a pink suitcase, and within seconds realised oops it wasn’t mine.
Quickly placed it back on the carousel, trying to look like someone who absolutely meant to do that.

Only to then realise I wasn’t even at the right baggage claim.

Virgin.

I had flown Jetstar.

At that point all you can really do is laugh at yourself, preferably before everyone else does.

And then Shana appeared, saw me, laughed immediately, no judgement and we were on our way.

My ride-or-die.

If you watched MAFS you’ll understand.

Reunion officially underway.

09/03/2026

Reunion weekend.

A few Bridget Jones moments were always going to be part of the story.

It began with a broken suitcase…
which meant transferring everything from my small case into a much roomier one for five days in Sydney.

Positive thinking prevailed.
More space.
More options.
You never know what a reunion weekend might require.

Then came the next Bridget Jones moment.

I arrived at baggage claim, confidently grabbed a pink suitcase, and within seconds realised oops it wasn’t mine.
Quickly placed it back on the carousel, trying to look like someone who absolutely meant to do that.

Only to then realise I wasn’t even at the right baggage claim.

Virgin.

I had flown Jetstar.

At that point all you can really do is laugh at yourself, preferably before everyone else does.

And then Shana appeared, saw me, laughed immediately, no judgement and we were on our way.

My ride-or-die.

If you watched MAFS you’ll understand.

Reunion officially underway.

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