So when do you reach for the Chardonnay? At the weekend? At the end of the month? Pay day? At the end of each day?
I’m in the last category at the moment. Not proud of that. I was always the one, that used to wonder how people managed to drink alcohol every day. I never used to feel the need to wash down my mid-week Chicken Kiev, with a glass of anything other than water. Now I feel the need to congratulate myself, on successfully completing another day – so out comes the plonk.
Bad road I know… and it gets worse. I still eat all the biscuits and junk as before. I have just swapped my evening cuppa for something more adult. Thought I was turning a corner, when I switched my beloved Custard Creams for Rich Tea…but no. Recently, I bought a share bag of M&Ms, for movie night with the other half but ate them all while cooking dinner. I fancied some chocolate mid-week, so my husband walked in, with a massive box of Belgian chocolates. Not a cute little box, more like a crate. Obviously I need to finish those before I start any kind of diet. Leaving them to fester would be rude. I eat for comfort. I eat when bored. I eat for energy because I’m so tired in the day but then can’t sleep at night….it goes on.
A new wave of celebrities have been showcasing their amazing post baby physiques lately. I can’t see me showcasing the fact that I’m still jiggling freely, 14 months on from my due date. Until I can see abs…well at least one – there will be zero showcasing here! I was thinking earlier of the phrase often used to describe celebs post pregnancy. Whoever they are, whether they birth one baby or a fleet, they ‘snap back into shape’. Ah yes – SNAP! The lovely sound KitKats make…4 fingers…snap, snap, snap! OK I have a problem.
I’m thinking of doing a VLCD (Very Low Calorie Diet). They are brutal but easy to follow. Eat the soups, shakes, snacks and meals as desired and instructed. Drink 2-3 litres of water and boom – stubborn pounds dissolve. If I do this, I would have to take a rather clandestine approach to it. Having mocked this kind of diet in the past, I really can’t be seen to be flying their flag now. It would appear that my principles and willpower have buggered off hand in hand and left me to it. Where is that KitKat?
My husband will hate the idea of a diet. He tells me daily that he loves my new curves. Curves I can get with, it’s the folds that need to go!
I need to clear my fridge out ‘Joey-Style’ before Monday. I have a small window to plough through my wine and other assorted treats, so they are no longer tempting me. Diets always start on Monday. I have three days.
Challenge accepted.