9am Day 5. Oh God, it’s only day 5. Wake up hungry. Waaah. Nice breakfast though.
11am Delete Snapchat. Feels really, really good.
12:30pm Finish off the shakshuka for lunch with the last flatbread. Is definitely not as good as when I made it fresh.
2pm Starving. Am out running errands so duck into a Tesco to try and find a sugar-free snack. Buy a packet of cooked chicken, reduced to 97p. Feel a bit weird eating chicken straight from the packet on the tube. I am a shell of the person I once was.
3:30pm I suppose this is the first time the cravings have been really bad. I’m not hungry but it takes a long time to work that out because I am craving something sweet and carb-y so intensely that it feels like hunger. I know my housemate has chocolate digestives in a tin at home and the thought makes me want to cry, so I go to work in a café because I can’t trust myself not to devour the entire packet in one sitting. Feel shaky and jittery, but that could also be because this is my second coffee of the day.
5pm Another trip to Sainsbury’s and another £20 spent in preparation for the week ahead. Maybe this sugar-free thing isn’t so cheap after all. Walking through the aisles, I am craving things I don’t usually eat – things I don’t even like, such as Iced Gems and jam doughnuts. The only reason I don’t crack (say crack again) is because I’d have to admit it here.
6pm Have wholegrain toast with peanut butter and banana. It’s soooooooo good but only the sweet sugary goodness of a thousand apple turnovers can satisfy me now.
7:45pm Talk myself into going to the gym, but it’s late. Run 3.5 miles.
8:30pm I only live about 10 minutes from the gym, but there’s a bus waiting outside as I leave so I get on. 25 pairs of eyes judge me hard as I press the button to get off two stops later.
9:45pm Eating very late because I decide roasted vegetables is a good thing to cook when it’s late and you’re starving. Have the veg with halloumi and rice.
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