The first week of dieting is mainly a period of mourning. Mourning the good times, the self-indulgence, and the friends you've left behind (I'm referring to beer and noodles).
It's too soon for a weigh-in to show anything substantial, so it's a period of waiting for something to happen. And missing what you used to be able to do when you were twiddling your thumbs in between moments, such as nibbling at your toddler's leftovers, or grazing on opened biscuit packets lying about in the kitchen.
Ah, the old days. When the label doctors gave to my size didn't bother me because I didn't register fully that I was the size they were saying. How did I manage to be so daft for so long?
One of the advantages however of having a truly terrible diet that has made you very fat is that you don't have to try new fad diets to solve the problem. You just stop doing what you were doing before.
Cut out the booze, the crap and the grazing, and if you wait long enough, you become skinny again like an Adonis. That's the theory anyway - let's see.
I’m not stupid I’m ✨mentally quirky✨