Home from fat camp

So my friend (I'll call her 'Anne' as she'll not be best pleased to be publicised) has just returned from Fat Camp. She doesn't call it that, she calls it 'Training' but it was a real life, whole hearted Fat Camp for people to get sweaty, shouted at & lose weight.

I've always wondered what Fat Camps are like - according to 'Anne', it was "the best week & the worst week" of her life.

'Anne' never goes to the gym, ever. She's always complaining about her excess weight and quite frankly never does what anyone tells her - she's a law unto herself. I couldn't wait for this story...

I've never fancied marching around cold, miserable hills with an ex-army general shouting at me, pushing me to run when I can barely breathe, or making me do press ups in the mud. But people pay good money for this treatment, even my friend did.

Obviously it's the self motivation we lack. For me, it's akin to going to the gym alone. I don't know about you, but unless I go to a yoga class, I wander around the gym half-heartedly doing sit ups feeling like everyone knows I'm not trying.

So, Fat Camp. Did it work?

Well, Yes. 'Anne' lost 1/2 stone in weight in a week; had the motivation to work out out on cold and wet hills; did what she was told for once (without complaining too much) and she felt a huge sense of achievement at the end.

'Anne' told me she felt rather lost when she came home, she'd had so much attention and company all week she nearly missed having the shouting General with her.

Crikey, so pigs might fly after all.

Eva xxx

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