A note from Martin: Sarah has insisted on taking over the column this week so she can bleat on about her favourite topic - herself.
Yes, it's true, I'm taking over the column but I'm not talking about my favourite topic ... that would be chocolate. This is like the anti-chocolate topic: fat loss.
Three months ago, I decided to enter a fat-loss challenge through a fitness group in Hawke's Bay called Extreme Fitness. Embarrassment was the main emotion felt when I went for my first weigh-in. I wasn't so ashamed about my weight (I've been seeing the same number on the scales for a few years now) but more the expanse of tape needed to measure around my waist and hips, and just how far those dreaded calipers had to stretch. I almost cried but like the trainer told me: "It can only get better from here."
Shortly before this plunge into the world of fat loss, I'd also committed to running my first half marathon. I'm not one to do anything by halves ... other than marathons, of course! I added weight training and other cardio to the running and soon the weight started to fall off. I could feel my pants getting looser and was feeling really good about things until the second weigh-in.
After four weeks of a reasonably strict diet and daily exercise, I'd lost only 1.5kg. Again, I felt like crying but was reminded this was a fat-loss challenge and it made sense that I hadn't lost that much weight as I had gained muscle.