Ohhh PT, how will I cope?

Only one more PT session to go.

I’ve sweated, I’ve cried, I’ve had cramps, I’ve vomited, I’ve nearly poo’d my pants at the thought of it, I had to take a sick day after the first one and I’ve crowned The Rowing Machine as my eternal enemy. Phew! Who would have thought a 10-week PT could do so much for a girl.

After Thursday, I’m on my own. Eeeeeep!

Anyhoo, ’09 seems to be off to a ripping start. Have started boxing (imagine an old withered lady trying to fight off a mugger with her handbag… yep, perfect) and pump (imagine a really really fat man trying to lower himself down onto a couch to watch TV and that’s me trying to do squats while holding weights).

I also have a new BFF: yoga. She is lovely.

Welcome Back, Kotter!

I went back to Fat Fighters last night. Armed with my receive-one-free-meeting-and-makeover-book voucher, I walked into the meeting with my tail between my legs and timidly asked for my free goods. The hall was packed (NY resolutions, no doubt), so I managed to hide among the masses (no pun intended) until … the meeting leader recognised me and started firing questions at me. Good lord, woman, leave me alone with my shame at plumping on a few kilos over the last year. It’s true. The moment my FF photo shoot came to a close, I found myself knee-deep in Ferrero Rochers and dumplings. Seriously, I am pregnant … with dumpling babys. Triplets, I think, if the stomach expansion is anything to go by.

Either way, it was a good kick up the bum and a step in the right direction for getting one of my new year’s resolutions off to a rockin’ start – cook more. I’ve got the exercise thing down (well, I do now … when I started it I needed a sick day after my first personal training class I was so effed up), so now I’ve just gotta work out how to get back on the Healthy Food Train. Tooooot!

Look out, tummy, I’ve got a pantry full of chickpeas and I ain’t afraid to use them.