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
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