Day 100? Wowsers, how did that happen? Crikey.
Anyhoo, several of you have asked about the 5:2 fasting diet (the last one I was on…) in comments and why I have ditched it in favour of this new regime.
I did find 5:2 very effective and surprisingly easy to do. I lost weight – and I felt incredibly energised on the days I fasted – but after a while I found I couldn’t help myself developing a rather famine and feast approach to food.
So on non-fasting days I would want to eat every rich and fattening food going – because I could. I tried not to go mad, but there was a tendency to think, if I want lasagne followed by trifle, I’ll jolly well have it…
But the main reason I decided to quit 5:2 in favour of working with Amelia was that after my system had been so soundly blasted by (wonderful, blessed, ear-saving) medication, I felt like I needed to undergo something of a detox and a re-calibration.
And I felt I needed the help of a one-to-one nutritional advisor to achieve that.
Losing weight wasn’t enough, I wanted to cleanse and fortify my system. And I want the inner glow that Boy George and my friend have.
While the weight is still coming off steadily, at about half a kilo a week and I now recognise the face in the mirror again, I’m not there yet and I’m not giving up until people start asking me at parties, what my secret is…
Not much else to report today. I’ve got to finish editing my book by Sunday or the sky will fall on my head, so I’ve been hard at it all day, with a set number of pages to finish.
It was hard to stay at the desk, with the most beautiful towering blue sky outside, but sometimes that’s just what you have to do, isn’t it?
The only light relief I allow myself on such days is the odd peep at Instagram. One of my friends had posted a pic of his old 45 of He’s a Rebel by the Crystals, which led to a short excursion to YouTube, where I found that and other treasures.
No video on this one, but I’ve always loved the track.
That is not how I ever pictured the leader of the pack. A tie?
Once you start on there, you can’t stop… and caught in the Bermuda Triangle of the 1960s music area, I remembered how much I love The Monkees, the One Direction de mes jours.
And I could never decide whether I loved Davy or Mickey the best, rather as I feel about Louis and Harry now.