Idiot Proof Diet

Pig to Twig

I've had my lunch (homemade vegetable soup. Dead easy just boil up lots of veggies in some stock for an hour and blend with some cheese and/or cream. Mmmm). And been thinking about this bloody diet I'm on. You see I woke up one day about a month ago and I'd simply had enough of feeling fat.

Fat. It's an ugly word (and a common problem). I don't think I like the word myself. But it is fairly descriptive. I, like many other rotund people (oh ok, maybe not rotund but I feel as if I am some days) in this battle of the vulgar bulge. So I happened across in a peculiarly serendipitous purchase of the Cosmopolitan Magazine last month this book ....

I flicked through it, quite idly, without much thought to implementing it. But I was grabbed by the humour and utter, well, by the balls, human-ness of the two women who lived it then wrote it. You can check it out here if you like.

So anywaaay.. I have stuck to it with vim and vigour only to fail. Or else it's my scales? Though I did buy some new posh swanky ones, only to have them end up giving 8 different readings in a matter of seconds. Why do we do it to ourselves? I get the whole principle of a low carb lifestyle but I just can't deal with the failing. Especially as I haven't cheated! I have stuck to it through the proverbial thin and thick! I will stick it out a bit longer as it doesn't really feel like a diet.