Right, at the outset of this blog I promised I’d be blisteringly honest so blisteringly honest is what you’re getting.
My ‘2’ day yesterday became a ‘5’. I’ll have to move my ‘2’ now to either Saturday or Sunday – can’t do it today as I’m off out shortly for a free slap-up breakfast as the honoured guest of a new eaterie just opened in town so, what went wrong yesterday when I was doing so well?
Was it hunger pangs? Partly. I’d got to about 400 calories by four o’clock and knew 100 was never going to see me through to this morning. But I figured, well, go over by a bit, what can it hurt? Treat this week as a dummy run, do it for real next week.
I’d planned on a tiny piece of steak for my tea, with mushrooms and green salad, steak cooked in its own juices, ditto the mushrooms (chestnut, natch) and a dollop of dijon. Added a few olives to the salad and a few scattered shavings of Parmesan. Delish.
After that I had a strawberry. Yes, a strawberry. As in ONE! No idea what the calorie count is for one strawberry but if life is too short to stuff a mushroom (chestnut, natch) it’s sure as hell too short to count calories in strawberries. Was it boredom made me want to carry on eating? No, not really.
The truth is, while I was still a little hungry it wasn’t that sent me over the edge – calorie wise I hasten to add. Let’s not get tooo carried away with this dieting lark! I just wanted a nibble. I like nibbles. An old Whatever Happened to the Likely Lads came on the TV, Bob’s getting married to Thelma and, well, tha cannae watch that kidda wi’out having summat drink and summat eat go with.
So I had a few nibbles. Some more olives, slice of goat’s cheese, slice of pastrami and one – yes, ONE! – crisp from my partner’s packet of cheese’n’onion crisps. Tha cannae go through life pet wi’out the odd cheese’n’onion crisp. Glass of wine en’all. Obviously. Tha cannae watch those likely lads wi’out wine.
So 2 became 5
And so my 2 day became a 5. Actually, it was very nearly a 6. Any road am at sixes and sevens with this thing but I’ve counted all my calories up and it’s still only 1,000. Champion. Well, not quite but close enough for jazz.
I shall try again at the weekend. The beloved is off gigging all day Saturday so my feeding duties will be just to myself. I’ll take the day off cooking and I’ll take the day off eating too. Or maybe I’ll do it Sunday or hey, how about I split the diff and turn 2 into… 3?
When 1 becomes 2
I’m never going to shift my shape from a permanently expectant mother turning a 1 into a 2 at this rate but I’ll keep on plugging away at Paleo and trying to combine it with the 5:2 Fast Diet.
I’ve not gone above 1,000 calories any day this week and I don’t feel in the least bit hungry now or deprived. Once 1,000 calories would’ve been starvation city for me but now, it’s quite enough. Plenty in fact. Might even try my own version of 5:2, make it 4:3, like a badly-timed waltz (think about it).
2 becomes 3
So I’m thinking why don’t I drop down to 700 calories instead of 500 but do it three times a week instead of two? Ah what the hell, I’m sticking to Paleo whatever else I’m doing. I can’t do the non-dairy and I can’t do the fasting thing; well, I’ve managed it once and then I went over the permitted count. But I’m going to keep buggering on. Failure is the father of success. Or something like that… have a great weekend.