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What is most remarkable about this month working on a TV show is that there is a table loaded with crisps, biscuits and sweets and I have basically managed to avoid eating any of it. I had a couple of sweets after the long two days on Tuesday, just to give me the energy to get on the train, but apart from that I think I might have avoided sweet things all together. No puddings either. Not even a Solero (except when I've been at home).
The other celebs are necking Skittles like they are cocaines (you neck cocaines right?) and snaffling up biscuits and crisps like skinny Billy Bunters (how do the thin ones manage it?) but I have kept the snack switch at off, so far at least. I can't even eat all of lunch.
Where does this resolution come from? And more importantly where does it go? Because at some point it will disappear and I'll be like a Percy Pig in a trough of Percy Pigs, cannibalising my fellow fondant animals like there's no tomorrow, which would be a much effective storyline for Animal Farm. Pull your finger out, Eric Arthur Blair.
For now I am strong and my weight is slowly going down, though it's noticeable that on filming days how few steps I take. I am doing 10,000 steps a day or more when I'm home, but lucky to get 1000 in on this job.
Apart from today when there was a bit more movement, and we were working outside where things were on fire. I helped a former International footballer not get burned to death as I deftly calmed a fire. It was not something I had on my to do list at the start of the year. Or even the start of this month.
I am nervous as Hell of taking on any kind of challenge that involves danger or dexterity, but today I rose to it and managed to do some risky stuff without any injury or damage to anything that wasn't supposed to get damaged. This show is ostensibly a competition, but unusually for me I am not feeling competitive. I assumed I'd be useless and have surprised myself, but I feel very supportive of the group I am with and today we got to actively work together and help each other and I liked that.
I am surprising myself, but also managing to mess some stuff up too, which does not surprise me. So I am not constantly surprised.
It will, perhaps, all make sense at some point in 2026. I am out of my comfort zone and although some of it is frustrating, this is not a bad thing. I miss my stupid family though. They are my comfort zone.
