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26th April 2015
12:00pm BST

I kicked off my week of self-imposed exercise fun last Saturday.
I was invited to try out some barre ballet by Sure Maximum Protection to test their Stress Control and Sport Strength deoderants with some bends and stretches.
I’d heard all about the new craze, and was eager to give it a try.
In a room full of eagerly anticipating women, we were guided to a bar and asked to warm up.
I naively assumed the warm-up would save my muscles from an angry soreness protest.
I was wrong. Very wrong.
After standing on our tippy-toes, we were asked to start squats, keeping our ballet posture at all times.
Squeezing our cores, or the flab where you would hope core exercises might start sculpting some abs, we then tried different stretches, holds and weight baring exercises.
By the end of it, I was just about ready to lie on my side and hope the time would pass quickly.
I lasted the class though, and even managed to smile long enough to get a show although you’ll see for yourself that despite the strain, there were no massive sweat patches. Always a good sign…
My legs felt a little shaky afterwards, and it was definitely a lot harder than I had given it credit for… Saying that, I had a new challenge ahead of me. Show week was up and running and after a long dress rehearsal, we started into the run. From bopping along in flapper dresses, to a questionable 1920s bathing suit and moving into that aforementioned mermaid dress, there were more costume changes and foot tapping than I could shake a jazz hand at. Unfortunately my diet wasn't as restricted as I had promised myself I would be. Out went the steamed fish, and in snuck the bread… and McDonalds.
Don’t judge – going straight from work to the show meant eating on the run and I wasn’t home until midnight most days this week.
So how did I fare on the scales?
Well I wasn’t giving myself much hope.
I hadn’t exactly been watching what I ate, but I had been put through my paces, dance routines and costume runs.
So stepping onto the scales, I really wasn’t sure what to expect.
Taking a deep breath, I stepped up on the pad and counted down with the timer.
3,2,1… and no change.
I hadn’t lost anything, but I hadn’t gained anything either, and after a week of late night eating and early morning starts (and sausage rolls), I’m glad there wasn’t a spare tyre nestled on my waistline.
Especially considering I’m contemplating giving up sugar. Completely.
No I haven’t lost my mind… yet.
Height: 5ft 8
Starting Weight: 174 lbs
Current Weight: 155.5 lbs
Weight Loss To Date: 19.5 lb
Goal: 148 lbs
Feeling: Relieved
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