It’s tough, but I’ve found myself loving boot camp

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Well, I made it. I’m here at boot camp. No make-up, no hair styling, no luxuries and military men shouting at me all day – and I love it!

I’m not going to pretend that this isn’t another one of my fads that, more than likely, will come and go. But I have to admit I’ve surprised myself.

I’ve found that I’ve revelled in the structure and discipline that comes with every day here in the Norfolk Broads.

The sound of thumping loud music is your wake-up call at 6.30am. Then there’s a workout before breakfast (the much-needed caffeine boost is a massive no-no), a workout after breakfast, a workout before lunch and after lunch, plus stretches, circuits and then to top all that off – an ice bath!

Yes, an actual ice bath that everyone gets in. This is before they shower off their daily grime and sweat, but I try with everything that’s in me to not think about that.

But I’m really enjoying it. As I write I’m sitting in my little room with a camomile tea (tastes like dirty water if you ask me but we’re not allowed tea, coffee or hot chocolate – my goodness what I would do for one of my nan’s cups of Horlicks).

I’m really trying to ‘embrace’ my new way of life here in the camp so I’m giving it a go.

I don’t usually like people telling me what to do, but I think I have met my match in the guys that run the camp. They have an answer for everything – like when I asked on my first day what was for pudding.

Big mistake. Personally I don’t think there’s much harm in a nice bowl of fruit but hey, the nutritionist here would disagree so I’d better not go there.

The instructors are also pretty good to look at, but they can be fierce. I know I’d rather be the teachers’ pet than the one that gets sent to the headmaster’s office – or in this case, ordered to do 10 burpies (the workout move from hell!).

Gemma from The Only Way is Essex is training here with us this week (in fact she’s here for the whole month!).

I didn’t have a clue who she was, but she didn’t know who Gobby Gibbs was.

Anyway, best go. It’s way past my bedtime and I need to sleep so I can get up and do it all over again tomorrow.

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