DAY ONE:
A WOMAN at the end of her tether tends to react in one of two ways:
I want to know what my potential looks like. How far can I push it? And yes, how good can I look.
1- With uninhibited ‘flip the desk and kick the car door' free-wheeling rage.
2 - Or, we experience lonely moments of emotional introspection. You know? There’s sad music on, you’re eating pizza in the dark and wondering whether, if you were a Duchess like Kate Middleton, you’d have to put up with this crap.
After I first realised I had put on two stone, two dress sizes and was the heaviest I had ever been in my life, I went through the entire hormonal spectrum of emotions.
The sensation of my thighs rubbing together did more than just wear the crotch away of my favourite jeans, it shredded my confidence and esteem. I was Bridget Jones in big baggy knickers - but it was not remotely endearing or sexy in that awkward British sort of way. I’d had enough.
On 26 December 2015, I woke from a post-Christmas slumber with a full turkey belly and a head still ringing with Christmas jingles. I had just about rubbed the sleep and crusted glitter from eyes when I decided that my fitness journey was to start right there and then - at 7am on Boxing Day, the most slothenly day of the year. But, fighting fatique, I ran 5K in the winter smog. And I ran 5K the next day and the next day and then every day until 4 January 2016. That's just the start, I decided.
I've lost a stone since - but I still have some work to do.
I want to know what my potential looks like. How far can I push it? And yes, how good can I look.
So I'm taking part in a six week body blitz with Y Club's with personal trainer Maya Petrova and updating as I go with the training techniques and clean eating meals.
To get involved tweet your progress pictures with #YUTRAIN for a chance to feature
