I PANIC THAT I’VE HIT THE WEIGHT­LOSS PLATEAU

It’s been a rough week for Katie Hendry as she strug­gles with low en­ergy lev­els and learns some lessons about her body

Sunday Herald Sun - Body and Soul - - CELEBRITY -

On Mon­day morn­ing, af­ter six hours’ sleep, I’m so sleepy even the slap of cold air that hits my face as I step out the front door doesn’t re­vive me. Nei­ther do a few slaps around the face, and by the time I get to the gym, I know I’m in for a tough day. I tell Fit­ness First trainer Dave I’m tired, hop­ing he’ll take it easy on me. No such luck.

Dur­ing my hard­est workout yet, he pushes me to the brink of col­lapse with eight rounds of dead lifts and bi­cy­cle sit-ups. By round three, I’m telling him there’s no way I can do it. By round four, I want to cry. Some­how, I get to eight with my pride in­tact, but not much else. When Dave tells me I’ve lifted a to­tal of 4.8 tonnes, I can’t com­pre­hend such a weight, but my spaghetti arms and blis­ters can. At work, ev­ery­one tells me I look ex­hausted – ap­ply­ing make-up with shaky hands ob­vi­ously didn’t help cover my un­der-eye bags.

Af­ter an 11-hour sleep, I feel hu­man again as I bounce off to spin class the next day. And my en­ergy sticks around for my run on day three, nudg­ing me be­low my 20-minute tar­get for three kilo­me­tres. Elated and out of breath at 19 min­utes and 45 sec­onds, I do a five-minute vic­tory lap, be­fore run­ning an­other three kilo­me­tres in 21 min­utes. It’s a def­i­nite im­prove­ment.

Once again, I strug­gle through work and I’m so tired on my walk home, I feel re­sent­ful to­wards peo­ple I see through the win­dows of restau­rants and pubs. It’s as if my body is giv­ing me enough power for ex­er­cise, but noth­ing more, and when my weight goes up, I de­cide it must be pun­ish­ing

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