If I do not lose weight on this diet, I will be surprised. I am beginning to see how it works now. You eat a truckload of undecorated fish, lean meat, undressed salad and steamed vegetables and by Day 2.5 food has lost all its appeal. It’s 6pm, I’m hungry, and I need to go and grill a fun-size lamb chop and I would almost rather not bother. It is sheer hunger that is driving me into the kitchen. I just can’t get excited about spinach and broccoli again, not that I don’t like those things, but they would be a lot better with some cheese sauce.
I am sublimating my desire for all these banned foods by buying things from the supermarket and stashing them away for Christmas, which is becoming the Holy Festival of Carbs. I was driving myself crazy this afternoon thinking about how much I wanted a thick slice of fruit cake, so I eventually went to Waitrose and bought a Christmas cake, a box of Maltesers and a bottle of sherry and then hid them in the cupboard to wait for Jebus’s birthday.
Bah. I am less bloated, anyway, I cannot deny that. I doubt I have lost any actual fat because this horrible cold/flu has prevented me from moving around too much, but there is no question that I am less pregnant-looking than usual. Which is good, isn’t it.
I suppose I’d better go and grill the world’s smallest lamb chop, then. Back soon.