for the last two months i have been on a calorie controlled diet thingy. Now for a chocolate and cake loving fatso like myself this is no mean feet. But it seems to have worked. For the first month i was perminantly starving, grumpy , and muttering to myself about how sodding unfair it all was and in a total panic about what to eat. Then my clothes began to let me breath. Instead of eating chocolate, i would sniff it longingly and then actually give it back and not ram it into my podgy little mouth. So far i have lost just over a stone. Two weeks ago i slipped and fell straight into a domino's pizza offer, but apart from that i think i have survived this relatively unscathed.
some things have changed mind you.
You know your on a diet when,
In iceland doing the weekly shop you start to check the calorie content on the packets of biscuits before sighing and putting them back.
When someone says a type of food you can immediately tell them exactly how many calories are in it.
If someone asks you if you want a bite of something, you reply " no but can i have a sniff"
Your plate of carefully measured out food looks like everyone else s left overs.
Instead of just serving up tea You have to carefully weigh out everything and then panic if it goes one over your allotted amount.
You find a new respect for vegetables and your one veg a day becomes, six pieces of fruit and two lots of veg a day.
see i'm not obsessed honest, well maybe a bit.
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