It's my third starve day this week and it's killing me. Not literally you understand, I have - alas - rather a considerable fat store. Which is, of course, rather the point. Each starve day I wake up and think of reasons why I shouldn't do a starve day that day. By 'reasons' I mean 'excuses'. I don't act on them and I feel that's rather superhuman of me.
Of course, my actual superpower is imperviousness to all known diets and I can't say I can notice any difference from all this effort. I need to keep going though - it takes time, thats all. Right?
I tried on a top that was "neat fitting" when I took it on honeymoon and it's too tight now. I keep thinking about this as I sit here shuddering with hunger. It's a really nice top and it's also the tip of the iceburg. In fact, my entire wardrobe is an iceburg - you can only see the tip of it, most of it is in carrier bags stashed in the bottom of the wardrobe waiting for me to slim into them.
I haven't made it easy for myself today as I have had two coffees: this has meant no lunch and a very light salad planned for supper. I reckon a flat white is 120 cals and my frozen latte was 150 cals. This takes more than half my calorie allocation for the day. I have bought a Pret salad which was 134. I've got just under 100 calories left and I'm not very confident about the coffees so not sure how much I should use. I might go mad and buy a packet of Snackajacks - not actually filling but lots of flavour (LOVE strong salt and vinegar and I kind of pretend they're chips!).
Anyway, it's only a day of feeling like this and then it's the weekend. We have a 12+ mile hike planned tomorrow with a pub lunch half way round and a BBQ for supper. It's been a long week. I seem to spend most of my spare time applying for jobs which is really no fun at all (and accounts for yet another poor performance week of blogging updates). I would say I need a holiday but that's very greedy after our wonderful 3 weeks en route to and around the US. Still, bank holiday weekend we're off to Devon for fish, hiking and clotted cream - hurrah!