Day 1

Needless to say I was a little bit sleepy when my first delivery arrived - 6am is not my friend, but I was intrigued to see what was going to be in store for me today and for many days to come! My health freak flat mate (who was naturally up at this ungodly hour to go to the gym) and I couldn’t quite get over the amount of food that I had been given for the day and more to the point I had cheesecake for my mid morning snack! A little menu and all the cutlery I needed were also packed inside, the meals intended to be hot just need 2 mins in the microwave to reheat them and I was away.

Normally I would have jumped straight back to bed, but not too sure why, I felt a little bit giddy so busied myself for an hour until I was due to meet up with Anna. Anna is my little bundle of joy personal trainer - we have a love hate relationship. It really helps that she is a friend of a friend, so she is really accommodating to what I really want from our sessions. After having 30 sessions with her already before this morning, the breaking point came for me last week when I had really had enough. I was getting up early doors, sweating outrageously and paying a fortune for the pleasure. My fitness has been improving but I have lost no weight/inches as I have been merrily eating and boozing away to my heart’s content. We are now doing more fun sessions on the beach which is bliss, just being outdoors before the world is at a crazy pace has really lifted my spirits and made me less grumpy about having to punish myself. I looked at this morning’s sessions as our first, starting all over again now I have the food thing all handled for me by someone else - one less thing to worry about. We had a good hour together with a 15 mins of jogging (snails pace) which gave us a chance to have a little gossip and then some toning exercises for my legs, arms and abs.

As I am becoming a lot more aware of myself and now using this blog to jot down what is actually going on with me, it has made me realise and quantify how activity like this really does put a spring in my step. I am going to really try and focus in on this and now I can look back at these words written by myself that states that working out = a happier Dani.

My meals were all great - really tasty and I wasn’t hungry at any point all day, which really surprised me (and my colleagues for that matter, who are fully aware of my moaning about being hungry pretty much at hourly intervals). They really go for the little and often approach with these meals, which, I am now slowly understanding, is probably a lot more productive than getting to a point of feeling so empty that you gorge yourself on a massive plateful and feel slow, tired and heavy after. Looking forward to the scran tomorrow now - even playing a little game with myself - not checking the menu I submitted for delivery so it is a little surprise for me in the morning :)