I jump out of bed at 6am, time for a two hour work out, abs and legs today.
Step onto the weighing scales, not good, that piece of chocolate on Sunday really did stick to my hips!
In the gym I feel at home, soon start to feel the burn. Visualise the fat steaming from my pores, one more rep, just one more rep.
Shaking a protein mix I measure out my food for the day, nothing over, nothing under. Lazy people disgust me, their lack of will power and drive.
After four hours in A&E I’m told that I’ve torn my hamstring. Two months of rest, I can barely rest for two minutes. This is going to drive me insane.
I turn on the box, Jeremy Kyle; I wonder what all the fuss is about?
2 hours later and I’m still on the sofa, maybe just one more donut…