Trial Week.

If I didn't know better I would swear my trainer Jeremy was trying to kill me in a long, slow, painfully torturous way. Today marks the beginning on my trial week of training. Jeremy believes that starting a new food plan, as well as, intensive training can be to much, I agree especially at this time of year. For instance all within a few days I was given a litre of Baileys and more chocolate than I would normally consume in a year. SO for me my training started today and the food starts next Monday. I may start a few kilos heavier thanks to the Baileys and chocolate.

As I type this my face is red and I am dripping actually no running with sweat, you would think I had just had a smelly shower. In the middle of one god awful push up it came to me that it was like giving birth without a midwife. Gone are the nice comforting words in your hours of agony, all I had to tell me it was going to be alright was my damn carpet. When Jeremey had been taking me through the exercises ( in the middle of the ACP Media cafeteria I must add) it seemed so much easier, I mean it did hurt but I could hear his words encouraging me on. Now alone in my house I have to visualize my own personal Jeremy saying " you can do it Jess almost there".

I don't want to glamorize this process as sometimes it looks like people have a huff and puff, throw a little tantrum then boom they are skinny. I had tears rolling down my face mixing with my sweat in the middle of a hellish exercise. It is awful when your body will not do what you want it to do. What keeps me going is that one day when I do that same drill it will be easy and I will feel strong and healthy again.