Today I am feeling so annoyed with myself! I jumped on the scales thinking that there must be some weight loss going on. I’ve managed to get myself to the gym at least three times a week for the past month, averaging about 600 calories a session. Also, I’ve been adding a bit more strength training to my workouts, so surely I must have lost a pound or two? Who was I kidding?
Let me take you back to the battle I have with my weight. I was never the chubby kid who had a problem with food, quite the opposite actually. I would eat what I want, not even bother working out, and just rely on the fact that my metabolism was always there for me. Then I hit secondary school. And all of a sudden everyone around me was eating fruit and veg, and watching what they ate. Naive me, ignored all the signs and continued with the diet I had been following for pretty much all my life. Sugar, sugar and more sugar.
