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The diet so far

So after my first week of dieting, I thought I'd have a review on it.

I'm terrified that I will fail again and this time trying to not make a big deal out of it, but quietly doing my thing without trumpeting it to my friends.

My work colleagues have been absolutely amazing in supporting me, even though at cerebra we are renowned for our ability to chow down.

Things I got wrong this week:
1. Forgetting to take my measurements and weight. Which means I can't check if I lost anything.

2. Mixing up cheese and feta!
I'm allowed cheese everyday but feta only once a week.
3. Zahira handed me a jelly bean and said "omg you must taste this candyfloss flavoured one" and promptly stuffed it into my mouth. But Denielle "the vigilant" went " noooo Aasia, spit it out!!" And I promtly did

Things I got right:

Saying no to the bad stuff.

Actually sitting at a table covered with akhalwayas steak, patties,sausages, chips and other buttery homemade goodies and not.eating.a.single.bite!!

Surviving the ugliest detox headaches I have ever had.

Prepped all food for the next 2 weeks for all my meals!

I can't tell you how happy I am. That a week in, and I haven't fallen off the wagon!

Wish me luck!

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Comments

Rock on:) I've begun this week resolute to eat and work-out more mindfully. Here's to staying on track.
sham said…
As someone who constantly battles and probably will for forever ( i lost weight and put it on before I even get to the tweetup *sighlette* ), you should eat the jellybean. Just one. Just that one jellybean. See, food is forever. And while in the beginning you do need to be stricter, the real test is eating JUST ONE jellybean, not never eating it. You're just not supposed to eat looots of it. And also, it's easier and less stressful to see it as 'life' and not a diet. Diets end pretty quickly, Life (if you're lucky), doesn't. Thing is, the more 'dangerous' you see food, the more of a failure it is when you inhume a samoosa. The more demotivated you can get. Actually..maybe thats the thing. Becareful of languaging yourself into stuff. Instead of wrong, say 'could do better'. The biggest thing to remember is that 'tomorrow is another day' As long as you keep trying. That said, if ever you need someone who verstaans, jy wiet mos my nommer. I've tried and failed and tried and succeeded, and still trying, so I know a bit about it. hurgs! (aish, apologies for the ma se long comment).

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