Seeing as I’ve just clocked up an unwanted Personal Best in the body weight department, I thought it was time I gave Wakes’ personal trainer a try.
This morning was my first full session and I was pleased to get through the whole hour alive. Just.
For the rest of the day I felt like I’d spent last night alone in a cell with a guy called ‘Bubba’.
Part of the PT routine is to keep a daily food diary, and I was determined to be on my best behaviour. Surely I could go at least one day without falling off the wagon?
Well, the good intentions lasted about one hour. As soon as I got to work we had a management meeting, mainly to pat each other on the back for last Saturday’s brilliant Cox Plate. At the end of the meeting, the boss insisted we crack open a few bottles of champagne to celebrate our success. And insisted each of us join in.
So there you go – just about the first entry in my food diary is a 10.30am glass of champagne.