Now anyone who has known me for any length of time will know that I looooove my bed and it takes quite a lot to get me out of it (I slept through a mortar attack in Sarajevo to wake and find a very large crater outside our accommodation and everyone else having spent the night in the bomb shelter). So it was with a distinct lack of enthusiasm that I turfed myself out of bed at 0630 to go swimming this morning. Thursday mornings now belong to Mark Durnford at Create Fit for a 6 week swimming programme. My newly found determination was slightly scuppered by the realisation that I couldn't find my swimming hat or goggles - I guess I (and everyone else) should have thought myself lucky that I could find my swimsuit. Mad panic rush around the flat looking in every bag that I own...twice, followed by a scamper up the road in the pouring rain muttering under my breathe that it was a stupid idea and maybe I should just go back to bed. The other members of our 6 strong group had already started to warm up and it quickly became obvious that I was going to be the slowest swimmer in the group by a looooooooong way *sigh*. The next hour was a blur of flailing arms, sweat and attempts to find new orifices to breathe through (and yes you can sweat underwater!)
I sat out a few of the reps but finished 64 lengths (1280m) and wobbled my bambi legs to the shower and ultimately back home for some porridge *sigh* and a lie down. I made my own porridge today rather than having the DietChef version which is vile and just tastes of fakeness bleurgh. I have noticed a small problem with the snacks as I seem to be having two a day rather than one - although that will end soon because the biscuity things are all vile, while the crispy things are all ok and therefore I am gonna run out of those soon. Took a little break to post a pink feather boa to my friend Charlie Martell who is setting off soon to row across the Pacific Ocean (for 5 months!) Pacific 2012, he plans to wear it on Ladies' Day during Cowes Week. I am going to use the image of him rowing constantly every day for 5 months to drag me out of my apathy attacks so at the very least I can do at least an hour a day.
I am slowly facing up to the reality of what all fatties really know but consciously ignore - calories in needs to equal calories out. Despite investing time and money into gym memberships and personal training I have constantly undermined any progress by eating like a greedy labrador and running like an arthritic one. So after ham and sweetcorn chowder for lunch which was ok but too salty I cheered myself up with the thought of dinner at Nando's in the evening. Now the plan at Nando's was a 'bring a boy' singles' night. 4 girls each bring a boy they aren't interested in and hey presto you have a blind date with 3 boys. Less pressure, you meet people through friends and less awkward silences. I've never been to Nando's but one of my friends is a crazy paleo-diet fiend and so thought it would be easy for her to just eat protein and veg. In fact it was easy to order individually so no annoying discussions as to how to split the bill and I got a meal with a bottomless supply of soda water for a tenner.
It's a sign of how terrified I am of my personal trainer Mark Durnford ;-) that I took the soda water route because I was due a session with him the next morning. It's the first time in a very long time I've been out for dinner without wine and certainly the first time I've been on a date without the booze crutch. I survived the experience although my conversation was obviously far less witty and intelligent than would normally be expected! I also felt surprisingly full up (maybe my stomach is getting used to normal size rather than Bridget-sized portions!)
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