Sue's Sports Starter by Sue_Thearle

Hello campers. Happy Friday to all. I would love to bounce into this week's blog with tales of 15 fitness sessions and a 5 mile run. but alas, that would be an exaggeration. In fact I haven't seen the inside of a gym again for another week and my carefully ironed lycra outfits are still folded neatly in the cupboard. The reason is my continuing inability to shake off the lurgy. My rumbly cough has taken on epic proportions and my voice has actually disappeared several times this week, no doubt to the joy of my hubby and kids. I have been trying to work through the midst of it though on the telly, and I did manage to get through an evening of hosting an event for the Telegraph at the appropriately named Hospital Club in central London, before I lost my voice again the next day.

Happy days. Err not really. I am really missing the exercise I must admit and can't wait to get back in there, but at the moment it's just not possible. Pulls ludicrously sad face while carefully unwrapping a Belgian Bun. Having spent more time in bed this week since I have when I was a student, I have put my time to good use by doing a bit of swotting up on the Dukan Diet. I have been poring studiously over the book and listening to the views of a lot of people who have done it and swear by it, although they also admit to be utterly miserable while they were doing it.

They all talk about the rapid weight loss, and as someone who thinks they retain a bit of water, that is tempting. So I am pondering giving it a go, but if any of you out there have done it, I'd love to hear your views. Anyway to aid my recovery, I thought I'd cheer myself up with a spot of tennis this morning. Aaah, possibly not the best idea. It was less of a tennis match and more of a war between Murray and Djokovic, with a predictably inevitable outcome. Poor old Andy. A brilliant player, but destined never to win a grand slam methinks.

Ho and indeed hum. Right I am off to cough a lot and brace myself for the burning issue of the week in our house. No, not who will win the Australian Open (Nadal btw). But who is the best looking one in One Direction. My daughter is adamant it is Harry. I am countering with Liam. I'm telling you, the winter nights just fly by in our house.