I am late with my blog due to having an emotional episode yesterday which then resulted in me being kidnapped by crumpets aided by that villain Nutella.

Before I get to the point where I lost all control of my entire life, I will start at the very beginning. Day started off as normal, 55 minutes on the treadmill with a good abs session and then additional ab work on the roller. I am determined to have a better mid section on stage at the finals.

Work was ok and Gary (my lunchtime walking partner) and I managed to get out for our usual walk. It was during the afternoon that the stresses of work just got to me and my mood (in fact my total outlook on life) completely changed. I became lethargic, emotional and just generally a slob. I got to the stables and instead of mucking out and getting myself to the gym, I sat in the brew room chatting but putting everything off so that I ran out of time. This behaviour exasperated my shift in mood and on the way home I was kidnapped by two giant crumpets and a jar of Nutella. I can tell you that they are clever buggers because at the time I was enjoying myself and then they make you realise that they have tricked you into ruining all your hard work for that day and by that time its too late and you are just sat on your kitchen floor with your entire face covered in Nutella quietly sobbing to yourself. So people be vigilant, these buggers are everywhere. Don’t make eye contact with them, just walk past them and completely ignore them.

So in my moment of utter disgust I did something that I haven’t done before when in this situation. I got up off my arse, put my gym gear on and went to the first gym to smash out a killer leg session whilst listening to the most angry music ever and still finding remnants of Nutella under my nails like the total chocolate tramp that I am. I finished at 9:30pm and then headed to a second gym as the first one was closing and did an hours cardio on the treadmill. I did not get home till just gone 11pm. I prepped my food, showered and collapsed in bed.

In the morning I got up earlier than normal and weighed myself – by some stroke of luck I have stayed the same weight. So from now on every time something gets me down I will look at a picture of myself on stage (vain I know but I don’t care) and will think to myself ‘don’t let the buggers get to you or get in the way of your dreams’, take a break and then crack the fuck on with my day.

I am angry but also pleased with myself, yes I was kidnapped but I made myself go to the gym instead of sitting in my bed like a loser crying for what had just happened. Now I need to focus like I have never done before. The only hunger I have is for a good result in the final.