Week 2 Day 5: Yes, there's a confession I have to
make to you and it's a brick wall that every person trying to
get in shape runs their head into at some point, but let me
first get into my workout session for the day!
It's Wednesday, week two and I'm up at the usual 5.30am,
which I'm now fully accustomed to.
So proud of today's efforts!
We began with our usual warm-up with a run around the block,
walking lunges and toy soldiers (love this exercise!), but
each week Alannah seems to increase push-ups and sit-ups by
I run around the block, come back and do 10 "knees to elbows"
(this one sucks!) hanging from a pole and raising your knees
. . . feel the burn, man!
Then I do 20 burpees into push-ups . . . what the hell?! I'm
not sure what's going on here because they've managed to
combine two exercises which I hate into one mega-evil
exercise! I was not happy with this arrangement.
Next, 30 ball-walls with a medicine ball and squat throwing
high and then catching. (Below: Alannah and I doing
I did this four times.
Yes, another balls-out session which was so tough I almost
didn't finish, but as usual one of my fellow tribesmen helped
me push on. This time it was Alison who stepped up and did it
alongside me . . . gotta love these girls!
During the more challenging parts of the workout my thoughts
begin to go through the negative emotions but I'm relieved
when they're quickly squashed by the positive ones that keep
telling me: "Just a little further!"
I'm feeling stronger mentally. I think it's mostly because
I've already pushed through it a few times so I know I can do
it. I'm also feeling a bit stronger in my arms. They have
next to no muscle in them, which is why I dislike push-ups so
much, but the thought of ridding myself of my bingo wings
compels me to push on! (Below: the girls pitch in to
help me finish off the workout)
OK. Confession time.
Why am I telling you this? I feel that if I share this with
you I'll become more disciplined (hopefully).
One thing that I haven't mentioned in my previous articles is
eating. It's something I've been struggling with, and
anyone who knows me will testify to the fact that I have
incredibly bad eating habits.
Being a hairdresser, I have to fit in food when I can. It
usually comes in the form of the "fast variety" such as pies,
chocolate, gelato: basically anything sugary to give me an
instant fix. Then I typically won't eat again until I get
home (sometimes at 8.30pm), so I'm looking to get a better
handle on that . . . I've been so good (for me, anyway) but
then "it" happened. . . It happened so quickly.
I destroyed half of a ginger slice! And I even threw down a
few biscuits just to keep the ginger slice company down there
. . . I was so surprised by how effortlessly they disappeared
in front of my eyes!
This was the type of aggressiveness which can only be
equalled by the great Cookie Monster, except I didn't get any
crumbs on my top!
I've been sticking to a strict protein and no carbs diet,
which sucks because I crave sugar. My poor workmates and
loved ones suffer as a consequence, but I do actually feel
better for it (up until the ginger slice incident). Hmmm...
what's in the fridge? Maybe the other half of that ginger
I'm looking to include a more well-rounded eating style so
that I can operate like a normal human again, I'll let you
know how I get on!