How not to diet

"Eating well" has been going swell the past three weeks. I now eat breakfast, lunch and dinner. Little snacks in between. No more second dinner, so obviously that cancels out post-second dinner dessert as well. I know, a lot of sacrifices have been made.

But then along comes Saturday, my "diet day off", the light at the end of the weekly diet tunnel. On Saturdays I don't calorie count. I eat dessert. I don't stress about having dinner later than usual. I basically just be me ... well, a-less-greedy-but-nevertheless-food-loving version of me. Me 2.0

Anyway, so today was Saturday. Woohoo! What I usually do on my freedom day is go out with the hubby and toddler to have brunch at a cafe that we pick at random. Just the thought of a flat white with banana/bacon waffles is making me drool. Regardless of where we go, or what we eat, it is usually a good day. A happy day. (Listen to me, I didn't even realise I was suffering from food withdrawal)

Well, today was no different. A lovely dinner with relatives, that was finished off with the most divine chocolate cake, delivered straight from heaven no doubt. I have a nagging feeling that this day off has cancelled all the good work that was done this week. Three steps forward and two steps back. Tomorrow the nagging feeling will have hatched into a full blown guilt-and-regret dragon. But tonight it remains locked in the dungeons of my mind, and I enjoy the last few moments of this temporary reunion with carbs, fat and sugar.

One minor issue needs to be address though - we came home with a reasonable sized chunk of the culprit chocolate cake. If I eat it tonight, I will technially still be within the "rules of indulgence" right? I'm so full though! I have heard that you can't have your cake and eat it too. But I will try my best...

Fat chance

This is what I call this food - misery, instead of muesli. I mean, what is it? I could easily Google/Wikipedia it, but at the moment I am using all my energy and concentration on staying put, in my chair, in my office. Instead of wandering downstairs and hunting me some grub, in some form of delightful South East Asian style fried noodles. Drool.

Today is D-Day. Diet Day. The last attempt at trying to improve eating habits and lose weight on my own. Over the weekend I had decided that this week I would call Jenny Craig. I couldn't go on like this, I needed help. (Let me just add that you shouldn't make such decisions after a massive yum cha overindulgence session). Anyway, last night I was doing some last minute Googling to see how much it would be. Funnily enough, Jenny Craig's website FAQ had the question posted, but the "answer" was a waffly "it depends on the program" type of statement. The results of my investigation was as expected. I would have to fork out more money for the program per week than our family's grocery shopping budget. Sigh.

So here goes my last attempt at DYI weight loss. I'm giving myself one week to try and improve my eating habits, before I make that Jenny-call. Hopefully now that I've told the world (my world of 8 people) I will feel some sort of accountability. Fat chance.

Which brings me to today's breakfast. Muesli. I stared at it and poked at it a few times. And now I've decided I'm not eating it. I'll get myself some fibry bark-tasting bread to make toast tomorrow.

So starts the period of depressed, hungry, angry blogging...while I attempt to purge my brain of the delights of buttery pastries, spicy fried noodles, rich curries and heavenly chocolate.


(and in case you were wondering, yes, that is a rock that I keep on my work desk)