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I’ve been working my backside off this week – quite literally.

I told you a few weeks ago that I had hired the services of personal fitness trainer, Tristam Murdoch, who has been whipping my butt into shape at Fitness First in Fratton.

Well, I can now reveal there’s a very good reason for this.

I am shaping up for the trip and a project of a lifetime.

I’ve been offered the chance to film a new travel TV series pilot and will be heading off to some incredible countries, including South Africa, Asia and Australia.

I can’t wait as this is something I’ve been working on for about a year now.

Like everything in my industry though, it can take a decade to get sorted, even longer for a decision to be made, and even then there are absolutely no guarantees that anything will come off.

I never understood why people who set out to follow their dreams end up quitting and opting for a normal job.

But after all the hard work I’ve had to put in, I really do get it now.

Following your dreams can be tough; however’ I’m getting there, and this trip is a nice little payback for all my efforts – not that the hard work has stopped!

As I’m going to be on camera, I’ve enlisted Tristam’s help to get me fit. Considering I go in four weeks it’s one hell of an ask but we’re getting there.

In fact, I was delighted when one of the other trainers came up to me and said how fantastic I was looking. He’d been checking out my booty – my new and improved booty that is.

My trainer works me so hard and to the point of no return.

When I am nearly dying on the floor, gasping for breath because I simply can’t continue, he looks at me disapprovingly and simply says: ‘Do you want to look good on TV Cheryl or not?’

Damn. He really knows how to appeal to my weak spot.

Sometimes we all need someone to give us a kick up the bottom and Tristam certainly does that.

Let’s just hope that when I’m on that beach in Australia in my teeny-weeny polka dot bikini, I’m the envy of all the Aussie babes.

Probably not, but a girl can hope.