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It's Bank Holiday Monday. I was up at 5.20am whist Chris & many other British citizens snooze blissfully in their beds. Urggggggh. But I was up and getting fit! 

This mornings bootcamp started of like every other, the dreaded run. And I was still as bloody useless as ever. Petra decided to give us a 50:10 today. OUCH! And it was brutal! 50 seconds hard exercise with only 10 seconds to recover. I use the word 'recover' in the loosest way possible. Today was very run-heavy, shuttle runs and running on the spot. The first round of shuttle runs was okay (ish) but the second I really struggled with. I was so out of breath, sporting the most delightful red/purple complexion and pretty much ready to die when Petra said 'Your fitness levels are improving'

This made my day!

I didn't feel good at the time and I certainly haven't noticed any improvement in myself in any way shape or form but that meant such a lot.

I really find that the endorphins kick in when I finish Bootcamp in the morning. I feel so good and ready to take on anything my day ahead brings. I usually get home and have a bit of a clean up around the house then have a shower and get ready for the day. Admittedly, at the moment whilst my body is still getting used to the amount of exercise I'm doing plus the time I'm awake, I'm completely knackered by about 11am. But it's a nice kind of tired. And the kind of tired that I don't mind feeling as I've actually been up, got of my (large) ass and done something thats going to benefit my health. 

I'm absolutely starving right now as we've nothing in the house, nothing I can eat within my ED diet anyway so off to Tesco I go later.

Cornish Beauty.

introduction.

Why, hello there!

I've set up this second blog to (hopefully) follow me along my weight loss journey. I'm going to be as honest as I can comfortably be on here and use it as an aid to encourage myself.

So, I recently got quite a gutting diagnosis. It affects my life and what will happen with it but most of all, it's primarily caused by my weight, or the excess of it! Which is Utterly heartbreaking. I've done the upset part, I've cried many tears and been angry but now it's time to DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT! As of yet, I'm not going to document my weight on here as I just don't feel comfy doing that (yet). But I will tell you this-I reckon I've got a good 5/6 stone to loose before I'm healthy. That is a lot. It's overwhelming & scary, but everyone's gotta start somewhere, right?

The reason why I've started this now is that I've hit an all time low. I feel like shit. I don't want to be the size I am and I'm miserable. Every aspect of my life is suffering as a result of my size, or the way I feel about my size. And something has got to change. Me. I have to change. And I'm not going to fanny around, I'm going to do it. I've already been practicing yoga since January and I've completely fallen in love with it so I'm going to continue doing that once a week, with my wonderful instructor Tina. I've also been given the opportunity to sample a Bootcamp. Just that word fills be with dread! I'm trying it on Wednesday (ill let you know what happens!) and it's 0610-0700 on Monday, Wednesdays & Fridays. Eeeeeek. It comes with personal trainer advice, nutrition plan and lots more so I'm going to give it a go! I'm going to try and document my progress on here.

I don't really have a goal or target weight but I would like to eventually be a size 14. That would be a dream. (I am a long way from this though!!!) I also have a wedding to go to in October and would like to be happier with size then as be confident to wear a nice outfit. So no particular target but I need to loose a lot and work bloody Hard to get there!!!!

So wish me luck and let's do this!

Cornish Beauty.