Posts Tagged ‘diets’

Start weight on 10/11/09 – 10st 3lb

Weight on 01/12/09 – 9st 12lb

I have a confession to make. Despite assertions that I would be hitting the gym on a thrice-weekly basis in my bid to shape up for Christmas, over the past three weeks I’ve been only once. But hurrah! I have still lost weight, shifting pounds in the latest weight-loss craze to sweep the nation: H1N1.

For the first four days of my diet I excelled myself: porridge for breakfast; small breast of grilled chicken and salad for lunch; homemade butternut squash soup for dinner. To be honest, I do enjoy these foods, but normally in double the quantity. I was cranky, and the poor Boyf bore the brunt of it.

Then on day five I began to feel a bit lethargic and found I was having dizzy spells. “Eat!” the Boyf demanded. No such luck for him. I held my resolve, and we both endured another evening of veg on veg for supper. The next morning I woke with swine flu. Horrific vomiting episodes were followed by rocketing temperatures and hazy spells of deliriousness as I slipped in and out of consciousness. For the first time in a week, food was the last thing on my mind.

The vomiting lasted three days, during which time I had little more than a tomato Cup-a-Soup to eat. By day four I was feeling a little better, but it still seemed like a good idea to avoid food. “What better way to kick-start your diet?” my sister remarked. Every cloud…

And so, after 10 days in bed and a bit of a struggle to actually regain an appetite, I have managed to shift enough pounds to squeeze into a rather teeny Jasper Conran cocktail dress borrowed for tonight’s Cult Beauty Christmas party. With no effort at all. Huzzah!

The moral of this story? Next time you see a snotty commuter spluttering into their tissue, go on, sidle a little closer…

The diet continues. – martiena van der meer

This weekend my mother went shopping for a Christmas Party Outfit. Crazy, I know. There’s nothing like a mad dash the day before the office bash to add to the pre-party excitement. But never one to miss out on a trip to the shops, I tagged along in search of my own first-night-out-in-November outfit.

To my dismay, I found myself in the changing room of H&M, turning purple as I held my breath and my sister tried to yank up the zip of a black tulip skirt. We both gasped in horror when the fitting room assistant, who’d been watching the scene, suggested I try the size 12.

“How very dare she,” I muttered as we skulked back behind the curtain. “I’m a size 10. This is small made!”

But the truth is, my size 10 clothes are getting rather tight. And the size 8 wardrobe I was sporting in the summer of 2008? Well, let’s just say there’s currently a pair of Stella McCartney jeans looking for a good home.

The problem?

In my house ‘diet’ is a swear word. The Boyf insists on two curries a week, and shows his affection with homemade lasagne and a well-stocked ‘goody’ cupboard. He says he loves me as I am, but the truth is I’m now finding it hard to love myself. So today it was decided: I must embark on a diet.

And it seems I’ve not made this decision alone. Research carried out by British Lion eggs has pinpointed today as the serious start of Christmas Party Diets (CPDs) across the country, with the average dieter hoping to lose 10 lbs by the start of the festive season. It won’t be easy for any of us, and I envisage more tribulations than triumphs attempting to lose weight during a season when all people tell you to do is ‘Eat, drink and be merry’.

But stay tuned readers as this blog records the journey of a gluttonous girl’s attempt to get on the straight and narrow (jeans). She’s going to need all the help she can get….- martiena van der meer