8am Wake up, rushed breakfast.
10am Flat white on the train to Brighton for a day with my family. Again – am dreading the ‘diet’ talk which is the reason I haven’t forewarned my family of what I will and won’t be eating. Comments on my diet would be severely unwelcome, but it also means I just have to cross my fingers that I can eat whatever is served to me.
1pm Lunch is a mini buffet of brown pita (thank you God!), veggies, hummus and so on. I pass on the white rolls, hot cross buns and cookies and all is fine. I’m not even feeling hard done by when I say no to sugary snacks and nobody seems to take much notice of me. No comments are made. Relief.
4pm God, I’m starving. Snaffle some salted almonds that I’ve brought in my bag with me as a snack.
6pm Dinnertime – nut roast and roasted veggies for me. It’s very yummy. There’s a chance there might be some added sugar in the nut roast (it isn’t homemade) but there’s not an awful lot I can do about it if there is. Dessert is fruit salad, meringue and crème fraîche or yoghurt. The yoghurts are flavoured (read: sugared) and I don’t really like meringue anyway, so have fruit with crème fraîche. It’s yuuuuuum.
8pm Wine and treats at my uncle’s. I have a (large) glass of red wine but pass on all the chocolates, sweets and sweet chilli crisps being passed round. I weirdly don’t feel hard done by? Odd. My uncle has brought back lots of weird sweets from Iceland and we all try them (with extreme caution after the first lot turned out to be slated liquorice with extra salt). I had maybe 5 or 6 small pieces of various sweets/chocolate, which is against the rules but I didn’t want to miss out on the game.
9pm Eat 3 oat biscuits on the way home. I can’t get enough of them, seriously.
Side note: my constant hunger seems to have worn off a bit and I’m not finding it hard to say no to sweets/desserts. Though I’m still having the occasional craving for something specific, it’s a in a vague and abstract way and I can dismiss the thought quite quickly and without much trouble. HOW WEIRD IS THIS?
Star rating: ★★★★
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