Get the F*#K up!

I am bad at getting out of bed.


It’s not that I am not a morning person (my husband is not a morning person, his whole family are not morning people. Makes me fell like I am super duper good at getting up!) Sorry, where was I? Oh yeah, it’s not that I am not a morning person, it’s just so hard. Hard to move and greet the day when my bed is so lovely and warm and so very very safe. But it means every morning I hit the snooze button one too many times and then I am rushing around to get into work, which is only a 3 minute cycle so that will tell you how close I cut it!


I don’t like this. I want to use my mornings more. I want a morning routine that has a purpose other than get into to work without being noticeably tardy. I want to do some light yoga, read my book, do a crossword in bed, have a relaxing cup of tea maybe get some laundry sorted before the bustling begins.


And since the new year I have tried to make this happen by downloading apps for activities in the morning, by setting a bajillion alarms, by actually going to bed a little bit earlier. But nooooooooooooooooooooooo. I’m still motherfuppin’ sleeping till I need to get gone! I mean, I’m sort of awake but there is this little voice that says ‘sssssh, no, stay here,” or better yet comes up with really good reasons for staying in bed longer. Like, “I don’t neeeeeeed to wash my hair, it’s better for my hair if I don’t,” or another classic “I don’t want to disturb Cormac too much with my moving around, best stay in bed.” This morning I convinced myself (very easily) that 20 minutes of light yoga was simply too much in the morning if one isn’t used to it. That I best snooze for another 15 before getting up to do an nice introductory 5 minutes of stretching and yoga. Did I get up for the 5 minutes of stretching and yoga? Of course not! And I would love to say this is because it’s all dark and wintery but I am just as useless in the summer time!


This has got to stop.


How am I meant to conquer the world and succeed in my goals if I can’t even get out of bed?


This isn’t a “how to” blog post. I haven’t figured this out yet. This is a “help me” blog post. I’m reaching out to you, Bitchmitten readers. HELP ME! Any tips would be appreciated. Any sage advice will be taken. Any words of wisdom will be welcomed. Or are ye all the same as me? Struggling to get out of bed, wishing to hold on to those precious warm sheets, those perfect fluffy pillows. Or are you on the flip side and think I’m a crazy wagon for wanting to get out of bed sooner. Maybe I should be grateful with how my mornings go. I’m sure there are people who wish they had no other reason to get up than to just make it in to work on time, but they have a dog to walk, kids to get to school, a 7am train to catch.


And maybe I am mad, but I’d like to get up. I feel if I could get up and control my morning that I can do anything else that day throws at me.


Re-Writing Your Body Code

Rhona Re-wrote her Body Code and lost 3 stone. Could I do the same?

No, I don’t want to lose 3 stone. But I do need to change the habits of a lifetime, and a lot may depend on it.

Rhona and I started this blog back in 2014 (OMG, has it been that long already??) after an incredible season of rowing fitness and fun. Rhona, in her mid twenties – had literally changed her own life for the better by loosing several stone, by ‘re-writing her own behavioural code’, that being her attitude towards nutrition and exercise.  Check us out at the Blog awards back in 2016, being all fabulous!

So fast-forward to 2017, and what has happened? Rhona’s code stayed re-written. She skipped down the aisle this year, fit and fabulous, under a bower of oars raised by our crew and is now a happily married woman. She’s running, rowing, swimming and strength training, and she’s a constant source of motivation to those around her.

My journey has been a little more scenic. After 3 years of fitness, disaster struck. I was practising yoga intensively, heading off to handstand workshops with balance gurus like Dylan Werner, and setting up a weekly yoga class in my workplace, as well as going to fab yoga holidays and workshops. I was rowing at least twice a week, competing (and medalling) at national competitions, as well as erging and strength training. I took a coaches course for rowing and started a yoga teacher training course.  I was running twice a week for fun, and working hard to get my 5K time down to under 22 minutes and having a blast with new running buddies in Dublin and in Limerick. I was kayaking, hiking and generally being my most bad-ass, healthy self.  Queen of the green smoothies me.

And then I hurt my back.

One minute, I’m high on exercise endorphins, rocking my skinny jeans and gleefully chomping down on 3000 calories a day. The next, I’m unable to put on shoes without crying, and I’m sleepless with sciatica.  (And the calorific intake went up, TBH)  It was hell. I won’t bore you too much, but yes I had MRIs, physio, acupuncture and the rest.  I did everything you’re supposed to to get better. And over the course of 6 months, my back relapsed no less than four times. I’m now on nerve blockers, (which help a bit) but I’m still in constant discomfort and driving is a bitch. I’ve opted not to have surgery, though it’s been discussed. This week I had a cortisone epidural, which I’m hoping will kick start a period of recovery.

Needless to say, I haven’t seen the inside of a rowing boat for a while. My back pain was diagnosed as a ruptured L4/L5 disc and a herniated L3/L4. However, I believe strongly that my inability to heal is a rather more complex thing to diagnose.

[Medical disclaimer – everyone is different, I am not a back expert, and I’m not a doctor, though I do prefer an evidence based approach to medicine and therapies. This is simply an observation on my own injury, not a suggestion on treatment for anyone else]

These are the things that I believe have caused my back pain to linger:

  • Insufficient deep (Slow Wave) sleep
  • Poor breathing
  • Poor stress management
  • Poor posture

Though I started a fitter, healthier lifestyle back in 2014, I never considered these to be control factors for genuine health. I routinely sleep only 4- 5 hours per night mid week, as a ‘night owl‘ and a ‘burn the candle at both ends’ kind of person. I also work and write constantly, drive heaps, and am online 12 hours a day. In hindsight, I was chronically sleep deprived.  My Twitter profile proudly boasted “Will sleep when dead”. Talk about hubris.

Deep Deep Baby

Deep wave sleep has a number of specific benefits that are key to back pain. It’s a period of accelerated cell repair. During deep sleep your body makes Human Growth Hormone (HGH).  HGH is responsible for growth in children, and tissue and cell repair in adults.  We get less and less deep sleep as we get older, from 20% of total sleep in our twenties, to around 5% when we’re rather old. It’s hard to find clear data on deep sleep and how much a person needs, but we do know that the older we get, the less deep sleep comes our way. You can in fact, read a person’s sleep EEG and from their percentage of deep sleep (delta wave) calculate how old they are!

Deep sleep also releases Prolactin, which has anti-inflammatory properties. Lots of repair and recovery type things happen to our body during deep sleep, and I could tell I was getting very, very little. How did I know?Well, around the time of my first relapse, I bought a fitbit.

Fitbit, and other trackers like jawbone and garmin have gotten mixed reviews, and it seems that people tend to use them fanatically for about three months, and then lose the charger. However, for me, the sleep analysis facility alone has been life changing. And YES I suspect it’s not entirely accurate.  However, when you work in data, you know that you can’t change things until you start measuring them. And checking my data each morning really made me accountable for just how little sleep I was getting. I could see months of 3, 4 or 5 hour weeknights. Weekends where I might sleep binge for 10 hours, twice that of the night before, waking like the Walking Dead, and of course, chronically hooked on coffee. Was it coincidence that after extended periods of little sleep, prolonged stress and driving that my back would give up the ghost? What’s more surprising is that it’s taken me so bloody long to see the obvious.

Fitbit allows me to record not just my total sleeping hours, but the amount of deep-wave, REM and light sleep I get. And the verdict is in, it’s not enough. And so, I have begun to TRY, really, really hard to change the habits of a lifetime. To re-write my night owl code.

  • Because I used to bend over backwards while juggling fire, and now I can’t even touch my toes.
  • Because I love rowing with all my giddy heart and soul and the thoughts of never racing again makes me well up.
  • Because I want to be the fit healthy me, for my children, and for my mental health.

So, if Rhona can re-write her body code, then maybe I can re-write mine?









Bitchmittens Emily



Gregory D. M. Potter, Debra J. Skene, Josephine Arendt, Janet E. Cade, Peter J. Grant, Laura J. Hardie

About Deep Sleep:  20th Feb 2017.  Extracted 28th July 2017

Sleep Health (From the US Sleep Apnea Association) Extracted 28th July 2017

Charles L. Nunn, David R. Samson, Andrew D. Krystal


Five Awesome Sleep Hacks to Nail Early Starts

(From a Chronic Night Owl)

There are two kinds of people in this world. Night owls and early birds, or as I prefer to call them, bright-eyed morning bastards who should leave me the fuck alone for at least 5 more minutes. As a night owl, I am very good at late night activities. Box set watching, experimental cookery, cupboard cleaning, clothes alterations and of course, furniture rearranging. With almost four decades of sleep-onset insomnia under my belt, I have at the other end an equal amount of morning horror to draw upon.

Sleep-onset insomnia is also described as ‘delayed sleep-phase disorder’ – DSPD for short. This disruption in circadian rhythms simply means that my natural falling asleep and waking up patterns are out of whack. I have over the years used alcohol, medication, meditation, hypnosis, yoga nidra, more booze and of course, exercise to try and deal with falling asleep, but I’ll save those findings for another blog post. This one is about facing the morning after the never ending night before.

Basically, if I knew for sure there was a fire in the building, I probably wouldn’t get out of bed until the walls got hot. But three years ago, I began working in an office three hours from home, and so I had to drag my sorry ass out of bed even earlier than normal people.  My Monday mornings begin at 5am, a time at which I would much rather be going to bed.

For the first six months of the new job I would fall asleep at my usual 2am, wake up at 5am and stumble through the day like a member of the undead, pale of face and trembling from the sixth coffee. Eventually as the months passed, I figured out some tricks to make the morning eviction that little bit easier.


1: Step into the Light

Did you know sunlight triggers melatonin?



This one I learned the hard way when our firstborn kept waking up at 4.30am. Sunlight is a major influencer on our circadian rhythms and our melatonin levels. Sleeping with the curtains open in a room with lots of natural light will mean that (in summer time at least) it is slightly easier to wake up. You can buy lights that replicate sunlight for this exact reason. This tip is TOTALLY FECKING USELESS in the winter time.



2: Alarms 

Ease through three different settings.

So when you’re woken up before your time, it helps to set a series of alarms to bring you to full (or semi) consciousness. I’m going to go right ahead and assume you’ve got a decent phone with multiple alarm tones. Set the first one with a gentle tone. I like ‘Silk’ for iOS. You may sleep through it, or you may knock it off without even reaching consciousness. That’s OK.

Have another tone of more urgency set for about 5 minutes later. And then for five minutes after that, go in for the kill with the ‘Old Car Horn’ sound. This bad boy is horrendous, and will jack your anxiety up to 11, but it will probably get you moving.


3: The Holy Grail Tip

I swear to Jebus, this really fucking works. Because science!

Photo of freediver Hanli Prinsloo by Annelie Pompe.

I can’t begin to impress upon you how unbelievably powerful this next bit is. It’s all about the water. As soon as that car horn blows, get your tired, headachy, miserable, shaky self to the bathroom and get some water onto your face. Here’s the science bit:

In 1962, Per Scholander, a Swedish-born researcher began to uncover the powerful effect that water has on the human body. (he was studying divers) Basically, when we submerge our bodies the blood moves away from our limbs and to our vital organs. This is called “peripheral vasoconstriction” which has a profound affect on the body and brain. What’s interesting is that you need only put your face in water to trigger these “life-lengthening (and lifesaving) reflexes.” Swedish people, first naked saunas, now this. I love the Swedes. You should read the much longer, totally fascinating article here on TED.* Note this beautiful image is taken from that feature.

At a fundamental level, splashing water on your face makes you feel more human. It also seems to help if you’re in that place where you think you may not be able to stop crying until every drop of water has left your body. Splashy splashy, fixy fixy.

 *TED.Com [online] Extracted 03/08/15) (source:

4: Prep like a Pro

Fail to prepare, prepare to fail.

Three down, two to go. This next tip is more practical but it involves going back in time to the night before. You know, when you were bouncing off the walls like a meth head on rollerblades. Now is the time to pick what you want to wear, pack your bag, make your breakfast, get your parking change ready.  Make all your planning decisions when your mind is operating at full tilt. Do everything you can to reduce decisions when you are in the zombie state. Put toothpaste on your brush. Leave your car keys in the door. This has the added benefit of making sure you have less to be anxious about when you’re staring at the ceiling later on.

Last tip. This works for me, but took me a decade to master. It may not be for everyone.

5: Nail the naps

Don’t give up, even a tiny bit of shut eye helps.

disco napI was never able for disco naps. DSPD means that it takes about 2 hours for to fall asleep and so napping was always an exercise in frustration. HOWEVER. I have learned to put my brain into a semi-sleep mode. I’m awake and I’ll answer you, but I’m getting some sort of brain rest. In truth, it’s only possible when I’m extremely tired, but there are a couple of ways to get into it that you might want to try.

  • If you’re travelling by train, plane or bus, take a seat on the inside, so you have something to lean against.
  • Always wear a huge hipster scarf that can double as a rug/pillow.
  • Bring socks. No-one can nap with cold feet.
  • Cover your eyes. Pulling a beanie down over your eyes will mean you look like a tool, but it helps to remove visual stimulation. Or cultivate a handy fringe, as I have demonstrated here.
  • Plug in your earphones and listen to something soothing. Please don’t judge me, but Coldplay seems to work a treat.

imageThere’s an amazing clinical hypnotherapist called Patrick Browning who has a bunch of apps in iTunes and his voice is probably one of the most relaxing I’ve ever heard. They are a couple of bucks each. The best three for napping are the ones on relaxation, coping with anxiety and the one specifically for falling asleep – though this may work too well, you might want to save that for night time. I actually use this on the kids, it is, quite simply, valium for the ears.

I hope some of these help other night owls face the day. If anyone has any more suggestions, I’d love to grow this list! Put them in the comments 🙂


Winter was hell, wasn’t it? It felt like the rain would never end.


By November 2015 I was the very definition of ‘burnt-out’. I’d completed a Masters in 18 months, while working full time and training 4 – 6 times per week at high intensity. I studied mostly at night, when my children slept. I survived on coffee to get me out of bed every morning, and alcohol to wind down. I ran on empty for months. Post-its on my wall said “sleep is for losers!” And “Suck it up Princess!”

I gave myself a week off at the end of November, once I got my Dissertation submitted. I thought I’d feel relief, or joy but bizarrely, I felt nothing. A week turned into two, which turned into a big fat boozy Christmas, Christmas turned into the worst flu of all time, which I think everybody caught. I slipped back into bad habits, which I hadn’t allowed myself during the crunch phase of study – skipping breakfast, more coffee, gorging on box sets, eating late, all of which played havoc with my already atrocious sleep patterns.


New Years Day

On the first of January I had great intentions. I trained extra hard, sometimes twice a day, trying to train through the lethargy and the tiredness I was feeling. It didn’t help that the sport I loved was out of reach – weeks of flooding had destroyed our boat club, and the water was completely inaccessible. Coaches had laid on a gruelling series of erg sessions instead of misty mornings on the river. Personally, I’d rather wash rats than do long distance erg work.

Two weeks in I was utterly wiped. Feeling like a total failure I retreated to the sofa, with a conciliatory glass of wine, the children snuggled in close. I was confused and miserable, and I didn’t want to talk to anyone about it, and I didn’t know why. I LOVE to talk!  I didn’t blog, I didn’t go out, I didn’t practice yoga, play music, I didn’t phone my mates. I skipped more crucial winter training sessions (rowers need to support their crew through a summer full of gruelling races, so skipping training is really short-changing everyone else in the boat. Sure, you may as well be excommunicated).

I stopped singing in the shower.

Without all those lovely exercise hormones, my mood sank lower and lower. The glasses of wine before bed ruined my quality of sleep. My 6 hours shrank to about 4. Every morning my eyelids were more swollen and puffy. My libido was shot. The crap food (and Christmas) made me pile on about a stone. I couldn’t concentrate for more than five minutes and nothing was fun anymore.

Oddly enough none of these warning signs were enough to kick my mopey ass off the sofa. Apart from one. My eyes! They were swollen each morning with tiredness. Check out this picture. I swear I was actually trying to look awake. So out of pure vanity, I started looking into what was making my eyes puffy. Dr. Google sent me on a merry dance of articles and posts about inflammation and intolerances. Man, there is an awful lot of unsubstantiated bullshit on the web. Having spent 6 months searching for credible references for my dissertation, I began to get really fucked off with appalling ‘advice’ posts about broccoli curing cancer, or about how we are all full of ‘toxins’.  A ‘toxin’ is by its definition, substance that poisons. OK, while chomping through a mountain of toasted white bread with nutella is probably not the healthiest option, it is not, scientifically, ‘toxic’.

A ‘detox’ is the process of abstaining from toxic (poisonous) substances. You detox from meth. Or a bottle a day vodka habit. Cutting out gluten is not quite the same thing. (Unless you’re properly allergic, like)

And so it’s ironic that I found myself reading an article from a book that talked the effect of cortisol on the body, about using food exclusion to improve mood, sleep and overall wellbeing.



The article I stumbled on basically listed every symptom I had. Sleeplessness and exhaustion at the same time. Complete reliance on coffee. Demanding job, heavy training schedule. Mood swings and crazy hormonal issues. Headaches, lack of focus. Anxiety. It was written by a high performance coach turned nutritionist who had some fairly basic, and yet surprising recommendations, And so I bought the book and read it cover to cover. It advocated (not a ‘detox’ thank Christ) but a ‘reset’. And there were about 10 pages of medical references and studies backing up the recommendations. Quite a bit of US-style pep talking, but a lot of sensible advice too. It was mostly about stress and the impact it has on our metabolism, and the role of cortisol.

So Cortisol is related to stress. For highly stressed individuals, cortisol keeps you motoring through. Here’s a definition “Cortisol, a glucocorticoid (steroid hormone), is produced from cholesterol in the two adrenal glands located on top of each kidney. It is normally released in response to events and circumstances such as waking up in the morning, exercising, and acute stress. Cortisol’s far-reaching, systemic effects play many roles in the body’s effort to carry out its processes and maintain homeostasis. … When chronically elevated, cortisol can have deleterious effects on weight, immune function, and chronic disease risk.”

Cortisol — Its Role in Stress, Inflammation, and Indications for Diet Therapy –  Dina Aronson, MS, RD, Today’s Dietitian  Vol. 11 No. 11 P. 38 (Image Source:


I think it’s fair to say that from September through to November I had probably survived on nothing but stress. And then in January I exercised like a mad yoke which added to my stress levels, which made matters worse. So, what did the ‘Reset’ book say? I’ll boil down the book into the absolute basics.

What Can ‘Burnt Out’ Really Mean?

When you’re ‘burnt out’, no amount of training or dieting will help you build muscle or burn fat, because cortisol is at work. (You can chose to believe this or not, I felt the author made a reasonably well supported case). He advocated for the need to take three weeks to rest, hydrate, sleep and remove stimulants and inflammatory food to let your body readjust. Then reintroduce items one by one, in conjunction with moderation and some sensible habits to find a happy medium.

The Rules for: 21 DAYS OF HELL.

  • No coffee.
  • No sugar.
  • No booze.
  • No wheat.
  • No carbs at lunch, but plenty at dinner.
  • No gluten.
  • No dairy.
  • 30 mins of light exercise, jogging or walking per day, outdoors.
  • No heavy exercise.If you must train, then no more than 2 HIIT sessions at 60% effort per week.
  • 8 – 9 hours of sleep per night.
  • 10 minutes of meditation per day.
  • 3 litres of water throughout the day.
  • 3 meals a day (no limits at all to how much food) and a snack before bed.
  • Hot water and lemon before breakfast.
  • Breakfast is a smoothie with veggies, fruit, coconut milk and healthy oils.
  • Plenty of fat in every meal, especially breakfast.
  • Carbs with dinner, (no limits on protein or vegetables) to help you sleep well.

And you know what? I decided to do it, and I kept notes. The book said I would feel like shit, but to be honest, I couldn’t feel any worse. Here’s how it went.

DISCLAIMER: I’m not saying anyone else should do this kind of extreme nutritional change. I have zero medical qualifications whatsoever, and I know very little about the endocrine system or human metabolism. I decided this might help me fix some issues, and I’m simply yapping about my own experience – take from that what you will.

Week one.

The first 5 days were excruciating. I had the worst headache for about three days. By day two I cracked and started munching on neurofen plus, but they barely took the edge off! It wasn’t until I made the “headache buster” smoothie recommended by the book did I feel it easing off. The trick seemed to be a ton of raw ginger. I thought the toughest part would be giving up booze, but really the coffee was a killer. Giving up sugar was easy, I don’t eat chocolate and I don’t have a sweet tooth. My husband (who is a sugar junkie) had decided it might be a good idea for him to kick the sugar habit, so he jumped on board the ‘reset’ plan. He found the sugar withdrawals intensely hard. We survived the first bit barely speaking to each other! A line from the book helped. “It’s 21 days. Anyone can do 21 days”. Psychologically this really helped.


Five days in and I faced my first real challenge. Working away from home, and staying in a hotel. Luckily, work has a smoothie maker, so I was able to manage breakfast.  M&S have an amazing array of high protein ‘clean eating’ lunches, so I splurged in the foodhall. Normally I would go to the gym for three hours in the evening, then grab a light meal and a glass of wine. So instead, I did an hour long meditation session with a close friend, who has this beautiful aura of calmness that I covet fiercely. Afterwards I felt hyper aware.


After the first week, the headaches were gone, and I felt a little better. On night six, I was totally shattered and was the first person in the house to suggest going to bed. For nine hours straight, I slept like a dead person, (I usually wake once or twice) and I woke up feeling human for the first time in months. However, I craved crusty French bread almost constantly. According to the book, our deep cravings can sometimes be for the things that disagree most with our bodies. This thought was depressing. On the up side – I had no cravings for booze whatsoever.


I hadn’t lost weight, but then I hadn’t done any training, and I had eaten plenty, so I wasn’t surprised. My face was a little less puffy and I really felt like a cloud had lifted. Apparently lots of people give up right before this bit, so I was glad that I had stuck through it! John was also sleeping better and over the coffee and sugar withdrawals, but he was very annoyed by the fact that he had lost a few pounds. He’s tall and slim, and he prefers to keep his weight up. He put another hole in his belt and added more coconut butter to his breakfast smoothie and piled up his plate at lunch and dinner. By the end of week 1, I had started calling my friends again, and made plans to venture out for some board games, and to play music.


Week 2.

My second trip away, I kept busy with friends at a speaking event in Google (and ran away when they wheeled out the free beer and pizza, the bastards). I found that I was less tempted to crack because I knew John was going through the same thing at home, and I didn’t want to crack first!



If week one was tough, I was about to face another one, my team at work were having an afternoon ‘day out’. A mix of social and team building. We would go for lunch, play some poker, drink some booze and generally hang out. I decided to let myself off the hook a little bit and have a single shot of premium whisky to celebrate. John had cracked the day before and ordered a coffee, so now we would be level again on the willpower stakes. Half way through our poker game however, I was surprised to see my dissertation results arrive by email. I had passed! I ended up having three more whiskies, and winning the poker. No regrets whatsoever :)

The next day though, with THE WORST HANGOVER IN THE WORLD, I managed to climb back on the horse and within a day I was feeling pretty sweet. I was surprised to note I’d lost a few pounds at the end of week 2, especially as I was having massive omelettes and fried chicken for lunch, along with mountains of sides.  Only eating three times per day was tough, you actually get really bloody hungry by the time dinner rolls around. I didn’t realise how much I was snacking until I hit that rule.

I started having fun with smoothies, chucking in cinnamon and maca powder, spirulina and other sludgy delights. I also started taking B12 vitamins, which the book hadn’t mentioned, but are supposed to be good for concentration and memory.  Verdict at the end of week 2? Feeling pretty damn good.


Week 3.

Week three (I’m on day 20 writing this) turned out to be a doddle. Now that I’ve got the routine down, and I’m used to shopping for what I need, there’s no stress to prepping. Hot water and lemon and a pint of sludge for breakfast. Chicken or tuna, eggs, salad and a mountain of rainbow veg for lunch. Dinners are fun – a massive steak with sweet potato chips and asparagus. Chicken and spinach risotto, or this super hot Jamie Oliver green chilli recipe served with coconut and ginger rice. Doing it with another really did help, I made more of an effort with cooking, so John wouldn’t regret doing it with me :)

This week I had a really hectic week at work. I had one meeting in particular where I had to speak more than I’m used to. For once, I didn’t feel in the least bit anxious. I felt focussed and on the ball, and I actually enjoyed the experience.

Yesterday I was completely shocked to weigh myself and notice I’m now 11lb lighter than when I started. I don’t really weigh myself that often, unless there’s a championship event coming up and I’m checking to make sure I still qualify as a lightweight. I was 9’13 on day one, and I was 9’2 on day 19. However I don’t think this is actual weight loss, I given the time frame, I suspect it’s mostly decreasing water retention and improved digestion. To boot, I’m sleeping like a baby, and my eyes are not in the least bit puffy.

This week, for the first time ever in the history of, well ever – John and I were both up before the kids, having a relaxed chat, making breakfast before the manic morning started. No panic, no stress – It’s like some kind of movie. We’ve also saved a few quid on takeaways, packed lunches and wine. My poor husband lost half a stone that he didn’t really want to lose, and I could wash clothes on the abs now protruding through his single digit BFI (Body Fat Index) but he feels pretty sprightly, so he’s not complaining too much.

The best bit of this whole experience is that I really do feel like myself again. I’m laughing and joking with the kids. I’m losing my temper way less frequently, and that low lying ball of dread that was hiding just under my breast bone for the last six months is gone. Was it the sugar? Was it the coffee? Who the fuck knows. But three weeks of a very rigid routine, plenty of fruit, veg, healthy carbs and protein, mega-hydration and lots of sleep seems to have made a big difference to my overall health and well being.


I’m actually reluctant to change the routine now that it’s embedded, but I guess it’s a bit tough to do forever. The next part of the book will probably be a disaster – Phase 2 – this starts reintroducing the things you’ve given up, in a way that should indicate if there are any that particularly don’t agree with you. I’m praying that all goes well when I mainline my first block of cheddar.


In Summary

So I think this type of elimination plan is not a diet, more than a remedy for total stress burn out. You also have an expert saying ‘take three weeks off intense training’. Which in my case, I think I did need to do. I suspect the water, sleep and lack of stimulants (booze and coffee) are by far the wisest components of the rules, with healthy eating coming a close second. I think had I had the occasional sandwich or glass of wine I would probably still have felt 99% of the benefits. But I respond well to challenges, so the ‘All or Nothing’ approach actually worked quite well for me here. I definately noticed a massive improvement in my sleep, and personally I think the carbs at bedtime, after a day of no carbs at all really does seem to knock me out! I also think the hydration has solved my puffy eyes (don’t ask me why, I just think so).

Here’s the before and after, Day 1, and Day 20. OK – I know the light is different, but it was dark at 8am in the first shot, and not at 8am today. I never intended to show the first shot to anyone, and I’m trying hard to match the expression in the second! But, basically my face is all puffy and swolen (as it was most mornings), and you can see my eyes are sore, even after a full night’s sleep.I felt miserable in the first, and I had to force myself not to smile in the second.

Before. Thursday 8am.

21 Days Later

So there you go.

If anyone is interested in finding out what book I read, leave a comment and I’ll contact you directly. I’m deliberately not mentioning because I’m not suggesting anyone do this themselves, and maybe I’ll get in trouble for giving away the main contents? But message me and I’ll send you an Amazon link.

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