![]() To be honest, I’d never heard of it before, so when the BBC showed the four of us a video nasty of just what was involved we became mildly hysterical. If fighting my way back into shape was a welcome objective, the demented Tough Guy obstacle course, the oldest and hardest of the endurance races open to the general public, was more troubling. ‘The back flubber that used to hang over your pants has gone.’ ‘Mum you look great from behind,’ she said one morning. I knew it was really working after yet another wry comment from Cece. Relentless exercise combined with kicking sugar from my diet was a lethal combination for the adipose tissue – or fat, which melted away. I started to walk and run everywhere, leaving the car at home on shorter journeys. It’s easy to say you don’t have time to exercise, but I soon learnt that you can fit little bits of activity around everything else. He made me do endless sprints up and down the lawn before throwing a bucket of icy water over me – practice, apparently, for that crackers endurance race, more of which in a moment. There were endless hour-long sessions with that sadistic personal trainer and after one particularly cruel bout of HIIT, or high-intensity training, I was physically sick. I wheezed and fell over, they rolled their eyes. Then came the rugby, and a pathetic attempt to keep up with Saracens Women’s team on a freezing winter’s night. I was disturbed to find everything in darkness when I hung upside down for the first time, until I realised that my boobs and stomach had flapped down over my eyes. Imagine ‘downward dog’ while suspended mid-air by a ribbon. The first ordeal for ‘Suet Sue’, as I now described myself, was aerial yoga. We would be training five or six days a week and were expected to do 10,000 steps a day. There would be no sugar, no booze and no processed food. There were some specific yet very simple ground rules for the weeks ahead. I can’t say the grim reaper was hovering, exactly, but our adviser, Professor Greg Whyte, a former Olympic pentathlete, was clear: if I carried on as I was I’d be a very unhealthy old woman. My body fat percentage was 32.7, which tipped me into the obese range, and it turned out there was too much fat caking my internal organs, also. 'My very peculiar version of shock therapy started last year when I opened The Mail on Sunday’s You magazine and did a double take,' writes Susannah (above: the 2017 picture which horrified her) Floaty frock or no floaty frock, I resembled a tug boat, a point pretty much confirmed by Trinny when we spoke. My very peculiar version of shock therapy started last year when I opened The Mail on Sunday’s You magazine and did a double take.īecause there in front of me was a photographic portrait of someone large who turned out to be me. I’ve risked hypothermia during a triathalon in sub-zero conditions, driven on by a personal trainer I know affectionately as ‘utter sadist b******’.Īnd to top it all, I’ve had to swim through gallons of mud for the toughest and most barking mad endurance race in the country – all televised in humiliating detail in the name of Sport Relief. Trinny is a skinny size 8, it’s true, but her extra inches of height mean I’m definitely the lighter of the two. The truth is that keeping up with Trinny has meant drastic and sometimes terrifying measures, which is why in recent weeks I’ve been scrummaging down with the women from the mighty Saracens Women rugby team and rowing myself to lung-bursting exhaustion on the Thames with rowing champion James Cracknell. In just three months I’ve lost a stone and a half of flab – a caterpillar-style transformation from a lardy, puffed-up size 16 to a curvy size 10/12.Įven my children have stopped passing judgment on my girth, which is quite a relief – unlike the extraordinary regime required to reach this happy state. Today I can announce that, for the first time ever, I weigh less than my dear friend and former TV ‘sister’ Trinny. I have reached a defining moment in my life. 'What Not To Wear' TV star Susannah Constantine has lost a stone and a half in just three months (above: the presenter shows off her new figure)
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