21:03pm

Ok, so this ‘mingy tea’ seems to have an official vendetta against me. Not only is it disgust, but it also just burnt the back of my throat! It has a mind of its own, the evil little drink.

On a more jolly note, I thoroughly enjoyed the Toby Carvery! I tucked into a nice big dish including half a slice of turkey, one slice of gammon, peas, onions, broccoli, two potatoes and some cauliflower cheese. And of course I had a respectable portion of lush gravy, horseradish sauce, cranberry sauce and apple sauce slathered all over the top. I had about ¾ of a pint of fresh squeezed orange juice which I loved; very refreshing.

I’m currently trying to persuade my dad to have a slice of chocolate fudge cake so that I can live vicariously through him. I don’t think I’ll win though as he is not a big chocolate fan. Which sucks.

So let me tell you about the toughest task master I know; Billy Blanks. Oofaloo he had me going earlier on! I did the Ab Bootcamp and now, I can hardly stand up. But the best thing is that I don’t mind, because it was just so much fun! He’s this black American dude who used to be in the military, and he really pushes you to your limits. He’s more motivational than Mr Motivator what with shouting things like, ‘Sound off!’ (at which point you have to scream ‘ARGH!’), ‘We’re slimming. Slimming. Slimming. What are we doing?’ (then you have to scream ‘SLIMMING!’) and then his best one if when he goes, ‘Push! If you don’t push then you’ll be doing a hundred press-ups. Do you want to do a hundred press-ups?’ (and everyone screams ‘NO!!!’) The most lovely, rewarding bit is at the end when you get to watch him and his team share a big, sweaty hug as he tells you how they are your ‘partners’, and how you have to ‘lose yourself’ to get fit and wishes all his viewers are ‘blessed by God.’ I know, it sounds uber-cheesy but really it’s great! It has everything I could ever want in a workout. Check Billy out.

My sister laughed at me the whole time, which didn’t bother me . . . not until my dad came in and said (rightly) that I looked like I was having an epileptic fit. I did. This was about 30 minutes into the 37 minute workout and I was spread on the floor doing some sort of side-bend-crunch thing when my stomach began to spasm violently. I gave myself eight counts worth of break then, because whilst I want to exercise, I don’t want to break my belly.

So, as yesterday, let’s do a quick inventory of my consumed foods for today;

· Special K chocolate chip snack bar

· 18 blueberries

· Small bowl of Special K Medley

· Three cashew nuts

· 1 mouthful of Pot Noodle Soup (stolen off Meewps who has officially failed the Special K diet.)

· ‘Healthy’ version of carvery

· ¾ pint of freshly squeezed orange juice

· 1 mug ‘mingy tea’

Tonight I will do the exercises that I did last night minus the crunches, since Billy took care of those earlier. Last night I felt a little sick and faint after doing my evening workout, which was odd because it wasn’t the most strenuous exercise I had done all day . . . perhaps it was just because I was tired. Or because I hadn’t eaten since dinner. I guess I will just get used to it, but just in case, if I don’t answer my phone in the evenings, assume that I have dropped dead of overwork and call an ambulance to my address. So, now that’s cleared up, all I can say is sweet dreams!