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‘No Gain Without Pain’

Pain shot through my legs every step I took. I could hardly move one leg in front of the other!

I hadn’t expected to feel quite like this after my first proper session with my personal trainer. My lower limbs ached. I wasn’t surprised that they ached, but I was surprised by just how much they ached. I could barely walk!

I had arrived at the gym late because I had forgotten the traffic is worse on a Saturday and was delayed. When I arrived, James got me to warm up on the treadmill by jogging for about five minutes. He then asked me do a series of lunges, followed by squats. A couple of these would have been fine, but I probably did 10 of each three times, interspersed by bouts of jogging.

Any regular fitness enthusiast knows that you have to break yourself into exercising gently, but I had not done any lunges or squats for at least 10 years, apart from those that occur naturally in my usual lifestyle. I suppose I had to get started somewhere and they say ‘there is no gain without pain’, don’t they?

pool

After the jogging, squats and lunges, I did 10 minutes on a cycling machine and then of my own choosing, I swam for half an hour.

Swimming has always been a love of mine, despite nearly drowning in my younger days. When you are drowning, your life flashes before you and I had thought at the time, ‘I’m too young to die.’ I was 12 or 13 and could actually swim when it happened. My family had gone to Ennerdale Water in Cumbria, where it gently laps into the River Ehen. There is a small, deep pool at a bend in the river with a slab of stone that acts as a diving board. My family used to love going there.

On the day that I nearly drown, I was wearing a facemask and looked down through the crystal, clear water and saw an eel. I screamed underwater and tried to back away. In my panic, I took in water and flailed hopelessly. Gulping, I shouted for help. My Aunt was swimming close by and tried to aid me, but I just dragged her under, in my panic.

Realising things were getting serious; my Dad dived in without undressing and successfully dragged me to the bank. He had to drive home in wet trousers. It was a day I will never forget. He taught me to tread water soon after that.

Despite this traumatic experience, I still love swimming and find it relaxing and therapeutic. At the Virgin Active gym, there is a large image of a beach, which makes swimming particularly enjoyable as you can imagine you are swimming in an exotic location!

Can’t wait for next time!

Virgin Active Pool

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What Have I Let Myself In For?

The Before Picture

The Before Picture

17.11.14 In a moment of madness, or outstanding courage, I put my name down for a project where many fear to tread. I have agreed to be a guinea pig for the Mail on Sunday and have a personal trainer at a gym for six weeks before Christmas. Well actually it is five-and-a-half weeks.

I’ve sent off a photo and all of my personal details, that normally I try to keep secret!, to a journalist who is going to tell the whole world! Ludicous, I know, but this is what I am prepared to sacrifice in a bid to get back in control of my weight, my size, my image, my self-appreciation and that of my clients, family and friends.

At first, the journalist, Sadie, pried into why I wanted to participate and I had to reveal my innermost secrets that I am borderline diabetic and have high cholesterol. I weigh the heaviest I ever have when not pregnant. On a recent family excursion to London, I kept getting out of breath and feeling tired, so we would jump on the bus or tube to the next tourist attraction. I blamed my son’s friend for being tired, but really it was me (shame on you Sally!).

I was so keen to get picked. I prayed ‘let your will be done, not mine,’ but when I was, the fear froze me. I could hardly believe my eyes when I read on November 11, 14:

‘Hi Sally,

‘You’re in! My editor has given the thumbs up to including you. What he’d really like to see you achieve is a drop in your blood sugar and waist measurement, plus a big improvement in your heart / cardiovascular health by Christmas. I think this is totally doable and it sounds like you’re very committed (which is what we need).

‘What I need from you now in order to enrol you at a club and assign you a personal trainer is:

‘Your full name

DOB

Full home address

Mobile number

Which Virgin Active club you want to join

‘They will put you through various fitness tests before and after the six week programme (we need you to get started at the beginning of next week at the latest) and will weigh you and track your body fat percentage etc, BUT we will also need you to pop along to your GP to get your blood pressure, blood sugar and cholesterol levels checked. Are you happy to do this? We’ll need you to do so at the start and end of the programme.

‘Please could you also let me know a good day and time during the next week when we could send a photographer out to take some photos of you?

‘Hope this is okay.

‘Sadie’

I am committed now or maybe I need committed! One thing is for sure, just to juggle my business, homelife and this new exercise regime, I will need supernatural help!

CONFESSIONS OF A COMFORT EATER

ME AS A CHILD 1 Red Shorts Me at Jean's party.

I was a skinny, stick of a child; so skinny that I asked my Mam to buy me a swimming costume because I thought my ribs stuck out as though I was suffering from malnutrition when I wearing my bikini!

I was always a good eater and used to fight with my three brothers for the biggest portion or last piece of cake. Comfort eating has been a sweet, satisfying solution to most of my problems most of my life, so it was no wonder that when my first boyfriend ‘chucked me’ at 16, I sought solace in the warm embrace of a Mars bar. In my teens I didn’t drink, but that soon changed when I went to Manchester to study. I started off drinking half a pint of orange juice in the Students Union, but there is only so much orange juice that a person can stomach in one night. I have always liked apples, apple juice and then cider. They are all the same, aren’t they? So drinking cider was the start of another sticky downward slide. Before long I was drinking pints of cider.

To cut a long story short, ‘Lanky Legs’ (a nickname at secondary school) soon became more rounded. I was probably ‘normal size’ when I was a student, if size 12 is what you call normal (as in the middle picture above). Well it is when you are 5ft 7inches and weigh 10 stones 8 ounces. I had low self-esteem and didn’t realise I looked normal. I thought I had a big bum then and lacked the confidence to wear clothes to show off my figure. Now I how have the confidence to wear what I want to, but lack the figure as I have piled on the pounds over the recent years (see third picture above)! Hopefully, all that is about to change!

See my assignment for a national newspaper http://www.dailymail.co.uk/health/article-2895463/Three-women-prove-fit-far-faster-thought.html