Week 10 – Journals

As I said in the Week 9 post – these weeks are hard. All I had to do was to keep going. Some days that sounds easier than it is.

The temptation to think “Oh I’ve got some reasonable results that’s good enough” can be almost overwhelming.

Day 64:

I woke up with a hangover. There was no other way to describe it.

I wrote a whole post about the horrors of Day 64.

Day 65:

The excitement of lockdown easing (a little) resulted in a day of being Mum Taxi. Consequently I buggered up my food and timings and didn’t eat enough. I also didn’t record my water intake which probably means that I didn’t drink enough either.

Day 66:

It was a beautiful day. I did a really long walk across the fields first thing

I felt awesome despite the sore glutes and tight hamstrings. This week I was determined to get the scales to shift. I knew that I had to put more focus on my water and veg intake.

Today was a monster workout. It was damn hard but utterly amazing. I think I must have told Luke that he was evil about 10 times during this session; I meant it too!

All in all a very good day.

Day 67:

An early morning training session meant that I was pretty hungry all day.

Looking at my journal, I had a suspicion that I had eaten a too much fat today. I’d been getting a bit too free and easy with the mayonnaise. Also nuts were creeping in as an extra snack when prepping dinner.

What was the point in working so hard if I was going to shoot myself in both feet with inappropriate snacking?

I needed to have a word with myself.

Day 68:

I had been writing my blog on a daily basis and I was putting too much pressure on myself.

I had also been torturing myself with the question of whether or not to publish my progress photos. What started as some silly texts to amuse my friends during lockdown had taken on a life of its own.

I wrote a post entitled ‘The Trauma of Writing a Blog’.

I wanted to prove that what I was doing, although hard, was real and would work. How could I do that if I didn’t provide evidence of the results?

Day 69:

Another day tortured by the prospect of publishing progress photos.

However, Mr Guetta and a long walk fixed everything.

I did an evening pilates class with Michaela of Balanced Massage. It was excellent and my legs felt much better.

Day 70:

The end of Week 10. I got up early and took the progress photos.

After weeks of prevaricating I decided that to be true to the project then I had to share my progress photos.

When I started taking my progress photos I would have been mortified if anyone had seen them. It had taken me 4 weeks to find the courage to even send a headless progress photo of my back to Luke. And then I felt sick for an hour.

It is fair to say that I agonised over publishing the photos.

I wrote a post entitled Publish and be Damned. This was closely followed by a post with my first progress photos.

I trained with Luke at lunchtime and we had a long talk about what I needed to do to raise my game.

For the next 6 weeks my training would be changing and Luke suggested that I increase the amount of protein that I was eating to 100g and cut out fruit.

It was only for 6 weeks. How bad could it be?

My afternoon pear felt like a last supper.

End of Week 10 Progress Photos:

This week’s progress photos were the first ones that I published and can be found in a separate post here.