Catch up with all of April Ieremia’s diary entries and accompanying exercise regimes
When you’re fat, do you really know how fat you are?
Do you realise how much excess grossness you’re carrying? And do you appreciate the pressure on your feet?
one look in the mirror at your naked self should do the trick – but funnily enough, it doesn’t. We cast a disapproving look at our saggy bits with a promise of doing something about them. But before you know it, you’re already wondering what’s for breakfast.
Regardless of how you feel about yourself, the reality of seeing that fat spread out in front of you has got to hurt – if not your ego, then definitely your heart.
Imagine if someone heaped 30kg onto you and told you to carry it for a day. You’d tell them to sod off. So why then, do we think it’s okay when we do it to ourselves?
I loaded myself up with 60 blocks of butter, each weighing 500g – representing the extra 30kg I’m carrying.
I was embarrassed. I struggled to hold the load, let alone waddle down the supermarket aisle. I vowed never to eat butter again.
It’s a big call, but I’ve decided to cut out my greatest downfalls (or pleasures) until I reach my goal. I’m saying no to butter, sugar, takeaways and alcohol. It won’t be easy but what great feat ever is?
So, if I train like a demon and eat like a saint, how much weight can I lose each week? “Half a kilo to 1kg,” says my trainer, Scott Cottier. “More would be dangerous.”
Scotty says that if weight loss happens too rapidly it can cause strain on the liver.
Clearly, he hasn’t met my liver. My liver is more than welcoming the reprieve. More to the point, I wasn’t interested in busting my butt to lose a measly 500g a week.
Scotty promised our first training would be easy, with just walking. And it would be fun. Well, what a load of codswallop!
I grunted and groaned for an hour through my own private hell. I reached for water, gasped for air and clutched for any excuse to stop. The walks were so fast that I wanted to run them just to get themover with, and the exercises (squats, situps, lunges) had every muscle spasming, sending my entire system into overdrive.
I didn’t stop, but as my body screamed at me, I whinged at Scotty, only to see him smiling back. The more I whinged, the more he smiled. “Anger is good,” he said.
“It means you care.” A bit like jealousy I guess, but who really needs it?
The next day everything hurt. My legs, my bottom, my stomach, my back and arms. Even my head hurt.
It’s fair to say my first training session sucked, but I am going back for more because… I lost 2.4kg! Dangerous!
Scott Cottier’s entry:
This week’s target was to walk 20km and perform various exercises to improve self-discipline.
April’s food plan was to concentrate on small fresh, nutritional meals eaten often, aimed at a highcarbohydrate intake to improve energy levels, which in turn will improve her motivation.
Well, it worked and was quite a relief after a week of texts from April abusing me for the pain I caused- typical of someone restarting their life of health.
I can’t wait for next week.
Having the ability to go without can result in some positive changes to the body. Try not to have butter with anything this month – this will assist with lessening fat intake.
Next week we continue to build that aerobic base. Happy training.
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