Otago Daily Times Queenstown bureau chief Tracey Roxburgh
documents her progress in the 12-week Revive programme at
Alpine Health and Fitness.
Dear Diary ...
Saturday, November 10
Did RPM Max this morning. Was torture. Almost stopped when
reached track five when realised wasn't even halfway.
Managed to survive 60 minutes of pedalling and then thought -
stupidly - would go for a wee jog on treadmill.
After five minutes, a string dangling on treadmill started to
annoy me, so tried to adjust it. Turns out it was attached to
"Emergency Stop" thingamejig.
Narrowly avoided spectacular faceplant. Decided this was sign
to cease physical exertion today.
This afternoon enjoyed beautiful Sara Bole's hen's do - once
again dressed like numpty, completely sober.
Got unexpected abdominal workout when boys from Hall Pass
arrived ...far more enjoyable abdominal work out than any
other in the past few weeks.
Took my leave early and enjoyed cup of tea while torturing
myself by watching Food Channel.
Lady made carrot cake with cream cheese icing. I dined on dry
Cruskit and tried to pretend it was carrot cake.
Sunday, November 11
This is seventh Sunday have not woken up with self-inflicted
sickness. Do not miss that feeling.
However, after receiving heartbreaking news this morning,
seriously contemplated purchasing a bottle of wine and
consuming every drop. Instead forced myself to have one last
go at triathlon.
Turned speed dial up on treadmill knowing faster legs were
forced to move, sooner it would be over. Managed to go tiny
bit faster than Friday night.
And did not require stretcher.
Also, had odd feeling of excitement ahead of gym visit
tomorrow morning, largely because I knew Haylee would not
make me do triathlon again.
Monday, November 12
Was correct. No triathloning.
Instead, Haylee took me into weights room. For past seven
weeks have only been upstairs in cardio room ... I like it
there. Same cannot be said for downstairs.
Was put through paces on machines and made me push and pull
bars and such. She was also unnaturally enthusiastic to get
me on "Booby Machine". Later made to do walking lunges
holding weights. Nearly fell over several times - think I
stuck tongue out while trying to remain upright (clearly aids
This afternoon saw beautiful Kate Batkin. She says I have
inspired her to go back to gym. Suggested she exercise with
me and she seemed agreeable - she made silly mistake of
giving me almost all of her contact details ...hopefully she
doesn't talk to Margo Berryman before our first gym date.
Tuesday, November 13
This was 50th day of being good.
Managed to convince Kate and Margo to go to Pump this
During Pump found myself making odd noises again - tried
desperately to be positive though, for example, before
exercises I don't really like (basically everything)
Unfortunately have not yet mastered art of hiding sarcasm so
didn't convince anyone (myself included).
Wednesday, November 14
While getting ready for work at gym realised had left belt at
home. Not ideal given crotch of jeans now hangs about 10cm
from where it should be.
Am not complaining, but found myself dangerously close to
resembling one of those who has waist of jeans slung around
underside of buttock region. Is not attractive.
This morning popped in to Southern PR to farewell Kristy
Norton, who is off to lie on beaches in Vanuatu. There were
cupcakes there. And muffins.
Then Fiona Woodham started talking about potatoes, which made
me think of hot chips, gravy and aioli.
Instead drank water and pretended not to want treats.
Later, Hire a Mum's Moira Finlin visited and brought
beautifully wrapped parcel. Knew there was strong likelihood
whatever was in it would be on list of banned substances.
Correct. Contained delicious Afghan biscuits - in my top five
favourite biscuits of all time! Then had to go to New World
and take photograph of award-winning pork sausages ... and
they gave me some to try. They were quickly put in freezer.
Thursday, November 15
Today was accidental rest day.
Had intentions to walk up Tobin's Track this morning, but
when alarm went off could not prise myself from comfort of
After emotional day, thought would do me good to go for quiet
walk - except when I took high heels off, legs started
In particular those wee muscles behind knees.
They refused to straighten and then after time spent bonding
with couch they didn't want to bend.
Figured Tobin's could wait.
Friday, November 16
Recall at outset of challenge Haylee said week four would be
hard, mostly because we would be sick of salad.
Was braced for week four ...only to find was still enjoying
the greens on my plate. Was not braced for this arriving in
week eight. Am sick to back teeth of salad.
Have done miraculously well thus far to avoid temptation, but
this afternoon fabulous people from Tip Top pushed me to
They gave me a box of ice creams.
They have now joined bikkies and Christmas cake I bought from
Waitiri Creek in tormenting me (don't even like Christmas
cake, but this one has fruit "macerated" in pinot noir and
then another whole glass of pinot noir poured over the actual
cake ... Could. Not. Resist).
There is school of thought which says is OK for me to have a
"taste" of one of my treats. Except it's not, because if I
have just one teeny tiny taste, before you know it I will be
hiding in bedroom, crouched on floor behind door demolishing
entire plate of Afghans, box of Trumpets and Christmas cake,
like a scavenger.
Would then likely go into sugar shock and be found days later
with the remnants of delicious treats all over my face and
Just 30 days to go ... sweet baby Jesus, give me strength!