For the past week I have been suffering from severe PSHD- Post Skiing Holiday Depression. I genuinely think this is a real condition. Having spent a week throwing myself down mountains in Andorra, I come home, return to work and get ill. Back to life. Back to the reality of a sedentary lifestyle.

While I was away I must confess I didn’t adhere to my 2 fasting days.. or even one. The idea of a full day of non-stop exercise on just 500 calories seemed like it may have been more foolish than sensible. It would certainly have been a shock to the system. The weighing scales welcomed me home with a 3llb reduction anyway (in spite of an insane accumulative consumption of goats cheese, pizza and schnapps during the 6-day trip).

Having lost a little weight though, I proceeded to put this straight back on after about 2 days back into the routine of having a desk job. After 6 days of relentless physical activity I was restless, endorphin/adrenaline deficient and had so much energy, making concentrating on emails and press releases somewhat tricky.

My body was craving the gym.. something I never NEVER thought I would say. So I obeyed and found that my fitness levels are probably now better than they have ever been (certainly a lot better than before the holiday). I didn’t manage to keep hold of the triceps, which had made a fleeting appearance as a result of excessive ski-pole action, but my legs, particularly knees are noticeably stronger and my stamina has improved. However, sitting at a desk all day means I have to work myself into a sweaty crimson mess at least 3-4 times per week in order to have the slightest chance at retaining any of that. The sedentary life we lead is a bit shit really isn’t it? I basically spend 8-9 hours (if not more) just sitting. Wow that’s depressing.

End note: If there are no more entries in this blog, it’s because I’ve quit my job and have moved to Andorra. Please direct any fan-mail to Soldeu, Granvalaria. Thanks.