Ok so, I’m sitting around at home with the dog going up the walls cos he hasn’t been walked yet- because I am NOT leaving the house until the FedEx man brings me my V-Diet! I’m in the UK and so I’ve had the agonising wait for my package to get through customs etc etc- watching it crawling across the US has been painful, and I did do a little happy dance ‘Wooo it’s in Indiannapolis!’… Yup it got that bad. Anyway, it’s out for delivery today, and I’m not moving.
I guess I should bore people with a little background about me. Up until maybe as little as 4 weeks ago, I was an unhappy unbouncy skinny-fat cardiobunny. I’d also recently moved in with my powerlifting hunk of a man. Me lifting weights? Not a chance. I’d turn into a man. I wanted to look like Cheryl Tweedy ne Cole, and I was fairly sure the way to do that was to eat under 700kcal a day and do stupid amounts of cardio.
Except, I hate cardio. With a passion. I have the attention span of a retarded chicken, and was bored and dying for a ciggie after jogging down the length of the driveway. So basically, I ate hardly anything. And yet, while I’m not overweight, I’m not exactly slim (I’ll post some pictures of my less-than-minxy body soon). My metabolism had slowed to a crawl. I had no energy. But would I listen to my man? Nuh uh. Men are always wrong, dontcherknow.
I still went with him to the gym a few times, even lifted some heavy things. And it was cool to spend time with him, but I really wasn’t feeling it. Until I deadlifted. And then I was addicted.
And then I was shown some photos of Jelena Abbou and other figure models/athletes. And Cheryl suddenly looked like a boyish brittle twig next to those feminine but athletic curves. Sod it. I want to look like that.
I took the plunge and locked myself into a ridiculous gym membership contract and I’ve actually been going 5 times a week :S and enjoying it! I have tonnes more energy and a sense of achievement. And I’m not hungry any more- I even eat breakfast, something I hadn’t done more than a dozen times in a year. I feel healthier.
Then the V-Diet was suggested. I’ve done liquid diets before- the notorious Cambridge diet (3 shakes/soups a day and under 400kcal)- so it’s not that daunting. But it is extremely exciting. This is my kick start. I haven’t decided how far I want to take this yet- if I want to just be lean or if I want to compete, but this is going to set me up now for life. I can’t freaking wait.
Hurry up Mr. FedEx!!!
So I’ve got my man helping me in the gym with training, and I’ve got my Staffordshire Bull Terrier, Cooper, helping me with my NEPA. Diet starts next week Friday, until then I’m acclimatising to HOT-ROX (those are an odd experience) and keeping up with the gym to keep my metabolism up. I’m so excited I could go pop!
Poor Coops is going to have to wait a little longer for walkies…