Of course, everything is comparative: yesterday a stressful (official) non-starve day was okay except for TWO frappuccinos. I hang my head in shame. I couldn’t get out of the office at lunchtime (luckily I’d brought a nicoise in. Although a nicoise without anchovies is a poor thing indeed.) and we have no ventilation in the office. Or air con. The air was almost visible it was such a fug of too many people in too little space and no air. I went a bit nuts and had to escape outside for 5 minutes – which led me to the coffee shop and a mocha frappuccino. At least I managed to resist the wonderful sounding, coffee-free Oreo frappuccino. Oh okay, it was only because it had white chocolate in it and I don’t like white chocolate. Ahem. Incidentally, I always feel smug in rejecting the cream on the top – which, of course I would love – but really any ‘beverage’ that comes with cream as standard is quietly telling you that it’s a liquidy pudding. No more frappuccinos for this glutton this week in any case.
I’m still very tired and feel some caffeine would be welcome but a stave day really doesn’t cater for that. It’s surprising how quickly 500 calories goes (if anyone says yes on one frappuccino – sans cream – I will have to come and kill you). I’ve had 2 cups of green tea and a prawn salad and essentially only have another salad, possibly a punnet of raspberries and more green tea to look forward to. Next week I may have to do two starve days on consecutive days which is not an appealing prospect. Two is a minimum though so at the moment and looking at my diary, I can’t see I have much choice. Still, it’s Thursday and Friday and maybe by then my miracle will kick in and I’ll wake up slim and won’t need to starve. Or even wake up slim-ish – see how ready I am to compromise?