The Recovering Diet Addict

When watching those documentaries where people have put on so much weight that they have had to be cut out of their houses by the emergency services, I have had so many conversations where I have debated: how do people let themselves get to that stage? Surely there has to be a point BEFORE then? Perhaps when they have had to go up a clothes size? When they can't ride a roller-coaster? Or when they have to buy two plane seats? How do they let it get to that stage and at what point does someone realise that enough is enough? I had my "getting cut out of my house by the firemen" moment last week: I ripped my jeans (well, they were really my favourite White Stuff jeggings but let's not get bogged down in semantics). I had been in denial for weeks. I could feel the painful 'tug' that was hinting at was about to come. But just like the guy who was finding it harder and harder to get out of the house each day until one day he couldn't anymore, I pretended it ...

Anyone who knows me can testify to the fact that I am the most accident prone person known to man. Over Christmas, I managed to break my toe whilst putting a bed together, then I severely sprained my ankle after falling down the stairs. Last week I managed to cover myself in bruises after an epic fall in the bath, and on Monday I face-planted the pavement whilst running, once again spraining my ankle in the process! Now, I am currently on my second day off of work, with my leg elevated and dosed up on ibuprofen (it is pretty difficult to spend a full day in a classroom when you are struggling to weight bear on your leg). I admit it, I am feeling pretty sorry for myself. There is only one way to get out of the doldrums and that is exercise! I'm not sure if you have ever tried to workout with a sprained ankle - it's pretty hard. So, I have knocked together a quick tabata-style workout, focused on upper body and core, that won't put any pressure on my injury. Tabata-styl...