By Sophie Beresiner
By Sophie Beresiner
OK, confession time. My jeans are sort of a tiny bit tighter. The good news is I can fully recognise my failings. The bad news is it is very cold outside and my failings involve over indulging on comfort food I'm finding it hard to not indulge in! The basic problem is thus: I am fully capable of sticking to my 2 days of fasting. By week four I have fast days down. We vary on the beauty desk but my personal trick is to stick to the exact same meals every time because I know these work for me, and since they only comprise two days out of the week I don't get bored. Breakfast: blueberries and yoghurt. Lunch: pho noodle soup. Snacks: water (I know it doesn't qualify as a snack but when I want a snack I drink water. This works for me), herbal tea, oatcake. Dinner: replaced by sofa surfing.
The problem is the 'normal' days. I am finding myself so proud of my fasting and so excited about eating properly that I go way beyond proper eating into crazy, love-sick, freaky eating. Never in my life have I consumed more cheese or chocolate. The fact that my jeans are only a tiny bit tighter is testament to the power of the anti-diet, but it goes against my very reason for doing it in the first place. HEALTH. Luckily the rest of the team are in the same boat, since we're doing the joint, mutual support thing, which means we've brought each other down with us.
Emergency anti-diet plan action: There is one week till the 2013 ELLE Style Awards. We have a rail full of beautiful awe-inspiring dresses that deserve our full and healthy commitment to the cause. Thus the new anti-diet manifesto is born.
I shall not eat everything waved under my nose as payback for scrimping on the calories yesterday
I shall not order the pizza with extra pepperoni just because I can
I shall not undo my good work by pickling my liver/inducing early onset diabetes/taking out shares in La Fromargerie on my good days
I shall learn portion control and enjoy the health benefits of intermittent fasting by remembering why the hell I'm doing this in the first place. The Dresses. And the Health...
We'll update you with our final, much better controlled and very worthwhile week next time. Until then, step away from the treat drawer. (Treat drawer! I never had one of those before now. Dangerous thing...)