So I wake and I am full of energy. Had a sneaky jump on the scales and my weight is the same but my body fat has gone down. Quick hot lemon drink and coffee and I am off to the gym for fasted cardio. I have missed the stairway to heaven, so on I pop and off I go. I do various exercises whilst on the stairway to heaven and would like to think that I look like a graceful gymnast from Cirque Du Soleil, but as I nearly fall off it this morning and totally embarass myself I soon change my mind.

At lunchtime I take a walk round the block which where I work is 45 minutes up some steep hills. Part way through the afternoon at work the fatigue starts and speech is starting to fail me which is fine because most of the time people haven’t got a clue what I am talking about. A few people comment on what I am eating and drinking, passing judgement like they know what they are talking about and have some kind of knowledge of body building and prep. The urge to kill one in particular is strong, but I manage to walk away swearing to myself all the way back to my desk.

Legs session at the gym which starts off slow as I have no energy but my choice in music helps pick me up and I start to power through. Finish the session with some ab work. I need to be doing abs everyday now, they seem to be no existent at the moment.

Quick meal prep and an early night for me. My new diet plan comes through from Sandi consisting of chicken and rice. I have missed chicken and rice, I never thought I would hear myself say that. I am looking forward to how my body responds to the new carb cycling diet which I will start on Wednesday.

So for a Monday its all gravy, just a shame the energy doesn’t last all day. The urge to do more cardio was there but that would only set me back on Tuesday. I am learning to listen to my body and think ahead so that I can get the best out of each days workouts without impacting the next.