I’m 10 days in and 8 lbs down. No need for fanfares or ticker-tape parades. This is the easy part. Let’s talk about how great I am around Day 40.

In the beginning, there’s lots of motivation, low food cravings and satisfying weight loss. But I’m well aware that the first 7 lbs is the same 7 lbs you put on when you go back to eating normally.

However, I will allow myself a small dance party because finding the energy to go to the gym is really fucking hard. A couple of years ago, I was one of those smug people who got up ON A SATURDAY at 7.30am to go to the gym, without even the promise of a sticker. These days, even though I enjoy exercising, making an extra hour or two in the day feels Herculean.

“Three Out of Four Ain’t Bad” is doing its job (The 4 are: stick to food plan, go to gym, no alcohol, no sweets). I was allowed to have a drink on Monday without breaking my diet, after paying for it with a brutal step class. And in turn, the approach stopped me treating my hangover with junk food the next day. I will confess that I went out with best intentions to drink low-calorie white wine, but I coveted my neighbour’s Pornstar Martini (which I’m fairly sure is what Moses was trying to warn us about). ‘Is a cocktail also a sweet?’, I hear you ask. The answer is no, it’s mostly fruit. ‘Really?’, you bang on. The answer is ‘shut up please’.

And, on that note, onwards and downwards…


Image: My Cauliflower and Cumin Soup with Roasted Chickpeas. It’s not as appealing as the huge bowl of chicken and pasta that I made for my son, but there is something to be said for the beige allure of pure foods.

100 Day 1-10
Loving all my stickers