Monday 18 December 2017

'I've never been this disciplined about anything in my life'

This month has just flown by. Even though it was initially a big adjustment going to the gym four, and then five, times a week now it has almost become second nature and I would even go so far as to say I look forward to it. Some weeks I go a sixth time just for the hell of it.

That's not to say that it has been easy. After the first session I couldn't move properly for a week -- I even had to be helped out of my seat in the cinema.

But the fact that I had actually done the workout and lived to tell the tale made it worth the pain. I felt the benefits straight away, and since that day I haven't once had that sore back and shoulder that used to plague me from sitting at a desk all day.

Don't get me wrong, the workouts are incredibly difficult and I spend most of the hour or so of each session in extreme discomfort, but on the whole it has been far more enjoyable and rewarding than I had expected, and has had a far greater impact than just losing fat and inches.

But let's get that out of the way first. I would guess that I have easily gone down at least one dress size and my body is now a totally different shape than it was just a month ago.

I have more definition around my shoulders and have lost inches from the upper part of my body. My legs have a much better shape and my waist is a lot smaller -- I have gone from the first to the fourth hole in my belt.

It takes me ages to choose what to wear in the morning because I pull out a dress that I have worn a couple of weeks previously and find that it is way too big.

I also find my mood a lot better. I don't get as stressed and I have loads of energy, which is most likely down to the fact that I am kind of keeping the hours of a toddler at the moment -- I wake up full of beans at about 6am and am out for the count by 10.30pm.

This, as you can imagine, doesn't leave much of a window for socialising. Though I have honoured any social commitments that I had made prior to embarking on my training regime, I have avoided making any unnecessary new ones.

This has nothing to do with the fact that I can't eat refined carbs or drink alcohol.

In fact, the restrictive diet has had more of an effect on those around me than it has on me. I either smile loftily as my companions gobble pasta and potatoes or order the next bottle of wine, or I display an inappropriate interest in what is going into their mouths.

For example, I took my husband to a fancy restaurant for his birthday and forced him to order the pork belly -- he wanted steak but pork is what I would have ordered if I didn't have to fill out a food diary for Damien -- and then grilled him on every single bite.

So it is not that I don't enjoy going out anymore, it is more that my priorities have changed and socialising has moved down a couple of places. I have never been this disciplined about anything in my life.

Irish Independent

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