Or trying to. As usual the wheels have come of my attempts to avoid carbs completely. A depressingly familiar scenario played out yesterday:
There was a birthday in the family so I hosted a tea party. I stuck the rules – mainly – eating lots of cheese and pate. I did succumb to one triangle of pizza, but I could live with that. I hd a small glass of Bucks Fizz too. I felt those were acceptable in the circumstances, and not too OTT. I’ll be honest, it was a stressful afternoon with the children pushing any button they could find, so when our guests left I fell into a whisky & ginger ale. Of course, once I had a little alcohol inside me, I got the munchies. I ate FOUR triangles of pizza – bad Heather. So, having eaten shedloads of fat at tea, I then ended up eating the carbs too.
I’m in the second half of my cycle so already feel like the Michelin woman. In an attempt to put things right I’m fasting today, until supper time. I like to eat with my children – no, let me rephrase that: I think I should eat with my children, but I don’t usually enjoy it much.
I’m ravenous. Not sure I’m going to last, but I’m hidden away in my office so as long as I don’t go through to the kitchen things are under control.