I somehow suspect I will not die if I eat more salad leaves. I do however love my strawberry smoothies – but dislike green tea quite a bit.

I have been quiet for some time now and it is mostly because  I veered off the diet road.

Yesterday and today’s menu:

I have really been struggling to not snack the last week, but I have now gotten my husband and friend at work to diet with me – hence, new menu. I can now say that I dislike asparagus and green tea.

Also, I had a severe bloated stomach for most of the night. Dare I say it… I think my colon is now cleansed too.

I cheated today with a big fat slab of chocolate. I deserve it after the sit-ups I did last night. At 14:39, I am not yet hungry or looking to run downstairs and buy a croissant.

So, I cheated last night with a Tinkie and went for a 30 minute walk. This morning, I am down to 86kg. I am not starving. Tonight I will be going to gym for 30 minutes.

I am off to Mozambique in January and I definitely do not want to look like a beached whale.

I have not yet went off on a binge for sweets or bread. (It is damn hard saying no to myself – I have such a charming way of asking you know.)

We went to gym last night and only did 30 minutes, but it was a solid workout. It was nice being back, but it will be hard work to get back into routine and make the effort to go.

Today my meals consisted of the following:
 

This week, I have started yet another diet and gym effort. I am so over being a big fat blob. This year I have tried gym and eating healthy. I even paid a personal trainer for 3 months – which resulted in me having to recover from a severe neck injury and gaining 6kgs (thanks for nothing dude). I also had healthy meals delivered that were “geared at weight loss” – gained 1kg on that.

Now I am back at relying on myself to shed the weight I gained while trying to do everything right. I am not going to take any pills to help (like my friend did), not going to pay someone to “train” me or to deliver “healthy foods” to my door or rely on my friends to support me.

I lost more weight when I was following my own gym routine and eating what I liked in moderation (and that included my crisps). 
 
Today my meals consisted of the following:
 

Saturday morning I woke up and weighed myself. It was the worst moment of my life, seeing that I weighed as much as an elephant – I know, I am exaggerating.

I hit rock bottom and an all-time weight high. I couldn’t make myself get out of bed the rest of the day. I didn’t eat for almost 24 hours. I thought to myself that if I could stay depressed, I would drop the weight quicker. There was even a fleeting moment of considering liposuction, but the thought of risking unsightly uneven skin was too much to bear.

By Sunday I felt better. In my 24 hours of depression I had lost 1kg. Yes, that 1kg might just be water and not last, but 1kg is better than nothing.

I ate a cheese sandwich for breakfast and left the house to buy food.

By the afternoon I was so hungry and fed-up with drinking water. I craved real food – and lots of it – with potatoes and sauce. I gave in and let myself have a side plate filled with food.
Later that night I craved anything and everything and was literally starving. Instead of giving in, I ate crackers and cream cheese.