CONFESSION: after months of being 'good' and following a healthy eating pattern, a three-week trip to Queensland... well.... let's just say seafood is a weakness of mine.

You see in Queensland they don't just do seafood, they do mighty seafood platters and that means deep fried, crumbs, chips and the works.

If you've ever enjoyed such a platter, you can surely understand how they are the arch-enemy of willpower, right?

The daddy of all platters can be found at George's Paragon in Sanctuary Cove but it seems this is far from a secret on a Sunday having to line up for more than 20 minutes to get into the 500-seat restaurant.

Funny, Clive Palmer waltzed in and out as if he owned the joint - do you think he lined up with the rank and file?

Don't get me wrong, George's is worth the wait... Moreton Bay bugs, prawns, oysters, calamari, fish... oh, my.

Ah, there might have also been a chocolate gelati beside the beach on another day. Okay, yes, it was actually two.

While I'm confessing my sins, I also drank way too much beer during the three weeks.

We had a magnificent two-bedroom apartment in the Shearwater Resort on King's Beach in Caloundra that also overlooked a small park and amphitheatre.

Come dusk each night a crowd would gather to run, punch, lunge, sit up, push up, lift and stretch their way through bootcamp.

Now I have to admit watching such activity is a little easier than participating.

Mind you, I did find it in my heart to show tremendous support for those punishing themselves below by embarking on my own weight session on the balcony above - 375 millilitres at a time.

Happy to report there wasn't a total departure from the lessons of my 12-week men's health week challenge - I did walk an hour each morning to get a coffee.

But there was still plenty of dread associated with getting on those scales back home and for good reason - holidays had returned almost five of the 25 kilograms shed in the preceding four months.

Let me share a little secret with you. It's not a good idea to tell your personal trainer about such lapses in dedication to the cause.

It seems they have little sympathy and instead of easing you back into things in the first week, impose the standard penalty for such poor discipline... hard work.

So on Friday night I was introduced for the first time to a wonderful thing called the burning squat.

Now in my world the burning squat is something that follows a bad batch of, well, you know where I'm going there.

In the world of personal training, I get the distinct impression the burning squat is used to remind those who cheat that, well, there are consequences for such poor life choices.

Yep, this time around a three week feast certainly did end in a chain of burning squats.