Now that I seem to be over my really really ugly golf period, I must resist the temptation to go back to overanalysing the game and trust my golf brain.
Golf crisis update: I still can't play, but I've made progress in understanding how to change my mindset. Enter automatic golf.
My golf is broken so I'm taking a break. According to Anthony, books and every golfers' forum I've been on, I have a mindset problem.
Bunkers are my nemesis, but Anthony's top tips on positioning and using the bounce of the club have been helpful.
I lose my 9 iron and I find a bee, which I take as a sign that I need a whole new set of animal-themed irons. I'm very good at interpreting signs.
How's that for a great idea? Using statistics to analyse my putting and completely overhaul my technique just before a match. Cheers Anthony.
After 12 weeks of working on my swing, I play in my first competition and I get my first handicap cut. I now play off 16 and Anthony is £50 richer. Yay!
Because of my small hands, my grip is too strong so Anthony decides to change it to a baseball grip. I get a blister, but my clubhead speed improves.
Two months into my 17 to 12 handicap challenge, I'm doing well. I'm planning on using my golfing holiday in Portugal to consolidate my swing.
The most annoying thing ever: after a spell of good golf, I develop a slice. Thankfully, Anthony comes to the rescue by channeling John Lennon again.