My week of endless fury has ended and I'm back on a more even keel.
Apologies first and foremost to my nothing-but-supportive boyfriend for snapping at him for reasons including but not limited to:
• Deciding too slowly for my liking whether or not he wanted to come to the garden shop with me.
• Not drying the cutlery before putting it away (he had).
• And for making and cancelling about 20 plans I was too grumpy and tired to follow through on.
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My journalistic integrity compels me to admit my mood improved largely because I skipped Monday's boot camp session and had a lot of shawarma and pita-bread delivered to my door last Tuesday.
I uh, also may have had three glasses of wine, some chips with gravy and two (small, insignificant) slices of cake.
Look, sometimes you just need to take a break while shovelling an entire plate of fries in your face.
Perhaps buoyed by the unexpected sugar in my system, I was back into my fitness with a vigour I hadn't felt since week two.
I'm getting noticeably stronger. It's a wonderful feeling.
Where one push up before left my arms shaking three weeks ago now I can do ten in a row, challenging myself to go lower every time.
Our DRILL fitness classes are based around continuous sets of reps, alternating to work out different parts of the body.
A useful way to keep yourself going when you have to do 50 sandbag squats is to break the numbers down - can I make it to ten without stopping? How about 15? What if I try to make it halfway before I take a break?
I remember at 14 facing a netball opponent who was so much better than me I walked off the court in defeat mid-game rather than face the frustration of playing against her for another second (it's a real mystery why I was put in such a low ranking team).
Having the fortitude to actually challenge myself physically is a new and welcome addition to my mental capacity.
My trainer, Raphael Barcellos Victoria, keeps pointing out to me how much better I am too.
Like, quite often. Always saying how I couldn't even do one sit up when I started.
He's proud of me, I reckon.