As a perpetually dieting food obsessive, I'm forever thinking about my next meal whilst also planning my next diet. Is that normal? Apparently not.
Currently, I have a beach holiday looming and the bikini fear has set right in. The muffin top I've been lovingly cultivating has to go. Or at least I will embark on my 'novelty diet of the week' in a vain attempt to try to shift it. This time, I'm trying the Special K diet. The premise is simple - replace usual breakfast and lunch with a bowl of Special K, and after 2 weeks, TA DA, I'll be one whole dress size slimmer. A size 10 after 2 weeks, and 2 weeks until I go on holiday? SOLD.
I started on Monday because the girl who sits next to me at work is doing it too. And if there is one thing I enjoy as much as food, it’s a bit of healthy competition. This is how I'm getting on:
Day 1
Bowl of Special K for breakfast as planned. I'm doing well! YES!
E-normous bowl of Special K for lunch. I'm already bored, but patting myself on the back for day one's achievements. I resist office treats all afternoon, and sit smugly at my desk while those around me tuck in. Willpower isn't something I'm blessed with often so when I do have it, I revel in it.
Then I have a big fat pizza for dinner, all to myself. Day one blown.
Day 2
Special K for breakfast. Tick
Lunch time rolls round and I can't face it. Day two and I'm already on Special K overload. I have a jacket potato and cheese. Cheese! It feels so wrong, but it tastes so right. Dinner is near virtous as a result, grilled halloumi and salad. I ignore the fact that its more cheese and assure myself that halloumi is good cheese, even though its a bit squeeky.
Day 3
Special K for breakast, which was…. fine.
Lunch time I meet my dad for lunch, he works round the corner from me. I try to be good but I have a 2 course dinner instead, with bread. Useless. And then my dad gives me an early Easter present - the biggest Lindt chocolate bunny I've ever seen. It’s a kilo of chocolate, a KILO! Its bigger than my cat. I will love it more than my cat. Currently, its under my desk at work, waiting for its moment of glory. Weighing up whether I should share with the office and therefore share the calories, I'm still thinking about that.
Technically I should have Special K for dinner now, but alas, that would be rubbish, and my boyfriend has cooked a naughty curry which is my Achilles heal.
But I did go to the gym after work and pumped some iron, therefore in my head, this cancels out all bad behaviour today! Right?
Day 4
I can't face it, no more Special K, no more! I plump for a grande skinny latte with sugar free vanilla syrup for breakfast instead which fills me up until lunch. Result! TECHNICALLY, I haven't eaten anything yet today, brilliant. That means I can have a nice normal lunch…. Special K diet is officially over, a dismal failure. Looks like the muffin top isn't budging this time. On the plus side, girl next to me has also given up and I think I lasted slightly longer than her which means this wasn't all a waste of time
