I am coasting towards the end of the diet. I am cranking up the pressure because the end is in sight. Four weeks to go and I’ll be as thin as I can be bothered to get down the dieting route. I won’t meet my original target, but, hey, at least I’ve stopped watching YouTube clips on the befores and afters of abdominoplasty.
The exercise regime stays. That’s embedded now, and I think that it will be nigh on impossible to gain weight while I am doing real actual exercise and still pushing myself. It’s lucky it’s so fun.
All in all – it’s not rocket science.
That’s why I won’t pay money to join a slimming club or buy a weight-loss book (okay okay so a minute ago I was considering surgery But I wasn’t really…).
Here’s the truth:
Go to bed hungry; wake up thin. Repeat to fade. (Not literally! Get off at target weight!)
When I say “go to bed hungry” – it’s an exaggeration.
But, there’s no need to go inhaling pakora at bed-time on a daily basis is there? Or wine, crackers and brie? Or Sainsbury’s chocolate muffins? Or a “sharing” bag of haggis flavoured crisps? Or leftover pizza?…