Before I left the UK, I decided that when I got here, I'd go on a very strict dietary and exercise regime. For what ever reason, personal challenge, health reasons or just for shits and giggles, I wanted to go back the my 20s weight. It's a big ask seeing as I've been my current weight for AGES. In fact after both my major relationship break ups, I ballooned to the size of a small pony. It's official. Bad relationships are bad for you.
Anyway, the point is, I gave myself permission to eat whatever I wanted with the express rule that the diet begins once I'm here.
So first, I've had no sugar since (shut up! I was force fed those cookies), I've halved the carbs, no crisps (which I love and have had to wean myself off of) and lots of fruit and veg. I'll never be able to go on of those skinny bitch diets where all you consume is a stick of celery and bowl of regret. I need food but instead of filling up on starchy carbs I've gone for more protein, veggies and salad and it seems to be doing the job. I'm hitting the gym 2 - 4 times a week and the weight is coming off... slowly. So far I've lost half a stone. Not bad for six weeks.
I asked my mate, Si, if I'd lost weight. He said I had. But here's why men and women will never truly understand each other. I thought he thought I was trying to illicit a compliment so I got annoyed with him. I said, "You don't have to say that!" He said "But you have lost weight". I got annoyed with him for saying what a wanted to hear. Women, eh?
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