In Diet World the whole shee-bang can change in an instant leading to hopes dashed or emotions elevated to higher planes, depending on any number of nebulous factors, each of which holds supreme power over the longevity of a diet.
I am so happy that it all seems to be lining up for me this week. The Cambridge plan is working. I can do it. I am not hungry. I Am Not Hungry. More than this, my continual want for more and more has vanished. Whilst being akin to the want I had for more and more wine, with cake and biscuits the cravings have gone entirely, much more quickly.
I've no hankering after what I may want or have to eat. I've no complicated substitutions going on in my head. My rigid 'packet and protein plan' is black and white with no options for deviation. Just the kind of rules I understand and can abide by.
I had reached the stage of being utterly fed up with the way I looked, weighed and was eating yet seemed to be unable to affect it. I was ready to give it up, to change, and give myself over to some other system that would force me to play by the rules of engagement, no grey areas.
This all sounds very familiar and I am now wondering if I truly have an addictive personality and the toxic sugar/fat mix had gone from just being in my life to dominating my life, in the way wine did before (and cigarettes did before that). Perhaps I am a
'What next?' I ask myself but in the meantime I'm taking full advantage of my motivation.
(ps: lost 4lbs in week 1 but when you are as short as me, please believe that is quite significant.) x