Come on week 3! Actually I don't have very high hopes of week 3, despite the encouraging tale of it taking up to 3 weeks for one's body to start burning fat on a low-carb diet. And this isn't my Eeyore tendancies. This is for two reasons....
1) We had our wedding breakfast tasting on Saturday. We tasted 6 canapes (1 of each apiece) and then shared 2 starters, 2 mains and 2 puddings. Carb avoidance was not possible. And we nearly had a nasty moment when, having eaten my half of the chocolate fondant, I didn't want to pass the plate to bf for him to taste it. It was yummy, he could have trusted me on this! And besides, what if the other half tasted different? I am not quite oinking as a result of all this decidedly non diet nosh as not only did I relinquish the pudding, but I left bf all the ice cream (not bothered by ice cream) and I left the pastry from my half of a crab and clotted cream tart (again, not feeling the pastry love). So not really terribly self-sacrificial then. Then we went home and shared a bottle of English fizz.
2) A comment on the forum for the Harcombe diet pointed out that me eating 2 pigs in blankets a day (weekdays) for breakfast was probably not A Good Thing. Even if they were sausages without fillers or grossness. Damn. I struggle with breakfasts anyway - so tricky if you can't have pancakes or waffles or.... Anyway. So I thought I'd have a carb breakfast (Harcombe is essentially about not mixing, rather than being exclusively low-carb, it's just that's how I generally treat it). I had jumbo porridge oats with skimmed milk, a few blueberries and a spoonful of fat free yoghurt. No sweetener which is not easy for me. Zut alors, not only was I ravenous by mid-morning but I also had a vague stomach ache and was visibly bloated. Now, I've never heard of any intolerance to oats, and it was less bad this morning, but I will not be sowing any more oats in my stomach. The conundrum of breakfast continues however.
And the scales were alarmingly up this morning - 2lbs from Friday and 1lb from last week. Gaahhhhh. WI tomorrow.
PS Bf is hence to be known (mysteriously?!) as P. It stands for Pookie. (not really)