Day 2 - Hello breakfast. Bye bye burger....

Aha! So now I know what all those early morning people are talking about when they say it's the best time of the day. I'm not really one for sunrises. Usually the only time I can catch one is either when I am (a) coming home from a big night out or (b) on holiday and up at the butt crack of dawn for what you hope will be a once in a lifetime experience at a unesco heritage world site or something. No, it's not an everyday occurrence for me. However this morning I am proud to say that by 6.15am I was up on the roof dutifuly skipping away. Getting up wasn't too much of a struggle though Gilles woke me up by turning on every light on the house. Cruel but effective. As for the sunrise, well this is Kong Kong afterall so it was hazy and grey but still!

I managed to get through my little circuit without too much of a struggle but can we just talk about the skipping for a minute? I know how to skip but are we supposed to be doing one jump per rotation or two i.e. one jump in between? Or is it meant to be that pro-boxer levitation thing (you know what I mean. I tried this and got hopelessly tangled up so I hope it ain't this!). I'm assuming we're not doing the running thing. And could there actually be a vernacular out there to articulate all this? Anyway I would be interested in what the other PCPers are doing jumpstyle-wise...

Another advantage of being up so early is that I actually had the chance to eat breakfast. This is usually a weekend only affair for me and even then it's brunch at the earliest. But today it was goodmorning cup of tea and bowl of cereal, banana and yoghurt (all HALF). Technically this could be viewed as overeating since I don't normally eat breakfast but I get that this program is all about changing bad habits. The last few days and the week in the lead up to the PCP kick off has been a last supper of sorts more recently a series of last suppers by halves. I have done everything humanly possible to cram as many social brunches, lunches, dinners and drinks to enjoy all my favourite food and get face time with my friends around food and drink before I plunge into the dieting abyss. Tonight I had a date with my final burger for a while. I obediently sawed the precious morsel in half then took Patrick's suggestion of explaining to my body why I didn't need to eat the whole thing but it ended up as a conversation between me and the burger. In fact it felt like a break up. 'It's not you, it's me'. 'I need to move on'. 'You've given me so much (around my waistline)'. Lord knows I would probably drunk dial it given half the chance except that I won't be drinking for the next 3 months!! Here is a pic of our tearful goodbye.



Now onwards to day 3!!