Week one... DONE.

It is not my intention to turn this blog into one of those annoying diet diaries. But I need a place where I can pen this all down and as I am writer, and a large part of that being a corporate writer, I tend to write a lot for other people and not for myself. So coming here is forcing me to remind myself of this journey. Righty ho. Week one. Done and dusted. Hard as hell... There have been a couple of days I have wanted to (in the words of my diet consultant) "Eat the ass off of a low flying duck". The absolute worst is the cooking for my family. Bacon. Crispy fried bacon, steak, mushrooms in cream, greek style chicken... Who would have thought that packing away the biltong and seeing the nice fatty chunks, calling me, would be such a challenge. That merely sitting at the dinner table watching my kids and hubby tuck into what I have made would ... just about... send me over the edge. Lets not talk about packing leftovers into containers and not putting it straight into my mouth! But I am getting stronger and there is an incredible sense of achievement at the end of each night when you go to bed and realise you actually haven't cheated, not even by licking your fingers after packing Ghost Pops into a small packet for your daughter's traveller cooler box. The results? I have lost 3.5kgs and 20cm. Its rapid for a week but remember that first week is your detox week. That week where all the rubbish and water retention start to let go. Personally if I could keep it at this pace I would be a happy camper. Nothing more soul destroying than losing 500g a week when you are on a diet! So its all systems go. Go and GO. I may report in throughout the week with other snippets and to share the angst of packing a school lunchbox... When did we surround ourselves by so much fooD?!?!?!?!? Otherwise it will only be after the next weigh in. And happy International Coffee Day... Thank GOD they never took coffee away from me ;-)