Woke up in yet again the same miserable mood, my weight had gone down slightly but on completing my morning body checks (a very important thing which needs to be done for progression not vanity) I still felt like I looked blobby, almost bloated. So off I pop to the gym and I bloody get stuck in the test tube doors, instead of staying calm and waiting for the door to attempt opening again I start shouting ‘I am stuck’ repeatedly until it opens – street cred destroyed. Fasted cardio was on the treadmill for 40 minutes followed by a killer of an abs session.

Quick photo shoot in my sweaty knickers, pictures sent to Sandi, showered and off to work (obviously dressed).

I nervously awaited the response from Sandi and then it came through. Good news, Sandi is happy as the new training plan looks like it is working. She can see ab lines coming through and my bum looks like it has lifted. Thank the lord, I was dreading what she was going to say.

My day was fairly average at work and I managed to get a lot done. I believe this is due to Phil (who is 1 foot taller than me) not being in work and therefore not speaking to me when I am hangry or repeating everything I say in a whisper. Didn’t get to walk with Gary (my lunchtime walking partner) but we definitely need to go next week as he only has a few days left before he leaves.

Before we move on to discuss today’s workout, let’s review today’s Facebook ‘Friend’ message;

‘Friend’: u selling?

Me: Selling what?

‘Friend’: Your knickers?

Me: how much are you willing to pay?

‘Friend’: 50 quid. So when can I have them?

Me: No reply and quickly blocked. 

I would like to point out that if I ever lose my job this is a possible option until I get another one.

Today’s workout was legs and I tried out squatting wearing a belt. It was actually more comfortable than I thought and helped support me in my last set as I was getting to failure, allowing me to keep my form till the end. So I am going to order one as I borrowed this of my gym buddy Flo. I felt good in the gym tonight and really concentrated on thinking about the muscle group I was working during each exercise. I am not sure how loud I was grunting tonight as my music of choice was very loud and angry, but the gym was fairly quiet so I don’t think I scared anyone. One thing that kept on happening was that I would miss out the number 3 when counting my reps. I am not sure why I have suddenly developed a phobia of the number 3, so to get around this I had to count two fours. I finished off my session with 40 minutes on the treadmill.

Although I felt low this morning, I was instantly encouraged by Sandi’s feedback and perhaps something I should take away from this is to contact Sandi sooner so that things don’t escalate in my head. During my workout in the evening I looked leaner (could have been the lighting) but it gave me a boost. I have had a lost of positive encouragement from people and it is truly appreciated. I can do this, I want it and and already working hard for it.