Last week, when I said my Friday workout was hard. I didn't tell you the whole truth. I didn't say that I did that workout with tears pouring down my cheeks because of my absolute frustration. I didn't say I'm working so hard and seeing absolutely no results, nothing to show for it.
Nobody wants to hear stuff like that, but it's the truth, so it's getting said.
Am I giving up? No. I've committed to do this until July and that's exactly what I'm going to do. Why? Because I'm as stubborn as a mule and I know if I keep going there will, eventually, be something to show for it.
I finally got to weigh myself at the weekend and discovered I had lost 3kg. Seeing the needle shift like that made me feel like I had actually achieved something.
As usual, I spent 20 minutes on my exercise bike on Saturday and Sunday - and it actually felt easier.
Badminton was back on for Monday night, so I popped along to the local sports centre. I've had to leave my contact lenses out for the past three weeks ahead of an optician's appointment in early May, so it was no exaggeration to say I could barely see a foot in front of me. (I tried to put money in a towel, thinking it was the collection box.) This, however, didn't appear to have a detrimental effect on my playing, causing me to wonder if I play so badly that good vision makes no difference.
Everything just felt easier on Tuesday. I powered through my lower body workout and even added 25 pound bands instead of the 20 pound ones I usually use.
I don't know what it is about the last few Wednesdays but they've been extra long and tiring. I went from thinking I would have a quiet week to being all booked up. When your schedule is busy, it feels so tempting - and so easy - to postpone training until tomorrow.
I was determined not to do that and made a start at 4:30. The beauty of Phil's exercise regimen is you can work it around your schedule. I definitely felt a pleasant twinge in my muscles afterwards but, honestly, it was a welcome escape from staring at the screen.
20-minutes on the bike and that's me done.
For many months now, my little treat to myself is a takeaway. I used to be able to eat what I wanted, when I wanted. And, thanks to Phil, I can still do that. Just about. As long as I'm careful not to exceed my calorie count.
So, I'll end the week with a rather delicious carton of salt and pepper chips and a plate of sticky ribs in barbecue sauce. Yum!