breathing and the sea and cheese

Day 2 and no issues with breakfast.  We had porridge today with some wicked sour berries on the top.  Maybe slightly less food discussion this morning, perhaps the nutritionist had scared us staight.  

Gill and I head down to the beach and stop at the grocery store on the way for laundry detergent.  We each got a peach that we could eat whenever we wanted.  Even though we were told everything would be closed on Sunday, the grocery store was open and everyone seemed to be buying baguettes - like 4 or 5 each.

This morning we had circuit training with a personal trainer - turns out she would also be doing my sport massage this afternoon.  There were 14 stations and we had to do a minute each.  Some were very hard and some were not so hard, but I was tired, hot and sweaty by the time we were done with two rounds.

Gill and I had been smart and wore our swim suits under our gear and we hopped into the ocean when we were done.  It was very cold and full of seaweed and grasses with strong waves.  We got tossed around and squealed with laughter; it was a good time.  

As we were heading back to the hotel, I explained that I was chafing on the bottom and Gill said she was chafing on the top.  She pulled down her top and it was full of seaweed and grass - we thought this was very funny.  But it was not as funny as getting in the shower and removing our suits to discover we had perfect seaweed/grass suits under our real suits.  

Shower and changed, we headed off to Pilates.  I have never really done Pilates, but I was up for it, lots to do with breathing and core strength - even more than yoga.  I got sort of concerned when half way through I realised my hands were numb and my face was tingly; I assume this meant I was taking the breathing a bit too seriously.  I kept on going all the while trying to figure out why this would happen.  Needless to say, I am not looking forward to my next two sessions...

Lunchtime and I thanked the baby Jesus when I saw that we were getting salads with a great big wheel of goats cheese with figs and beets.  This was after we had cold cucumber mint soup for starts.  I shouted Its Cheese! and everyone clapped.

The afternoon was the same as before with me staying out of the sun and Gill - and all the others - staying out of the sun. I had a sports massage, and it was very good. We had a good chat about the group, and she admitted that this holiday does tend to attract a different kind of group.  

Gill had a body composition test and food intolerance test with the nutritionist from the night before.  She had all kinds of gadgets to tell Gill how much water she was carrying from this toxic food she eats - evil flour.  She also told Gill she was intolerant to red wine, wheat, pork, black tea, and egg yolks.  Gill challenged her on the wheat and said you probably tell everyone that and she swore she didn't.  The good news is that Gill had NO intolerance to vegetables.

We did yoga before dinner, and it was good for me, but not good for Gill when the instructor tried to 'help' and ended up tweaking her back.  We all got an apology for her being so dismissive of our hunger the day before as she hadn't realised we hadn't eaten for 8 hours - she acknowledged the hunger was not in our mind, and we must have just been hungry.

Dinner was salmon, quinoa, asparagus and cabbage.  My salmon was slightly overdone, but it was still good and I believe that I have seen our portions not quite double in size.  After dinner was the mind coach and I had every intention of going, but after I changed out of my Pilates gear, it had been going for 15 minutes so I decided to skip it.  Unfortunately, Gill decided to go, and it was not good and one of our fellow campers had a meltdown.  I found this funny (not the the camper had a meltdown, as that's not funny) and was very pleased Gill came a regaled me with the good fortunate of my choice not to go while I drank my nightly glass of wine.