Today is my second fast day this week, but I haven’t been so very good lately…
Since the start of summer, I’ve had weeks when I haven’t even managed one fast day and unfortunately this shows. I’ve gone up four kilos, so my total loss is now at a mere 4 kilos since I started the Fast Diet about a year ago.
The reasons behind my fall from grace have been many.
Holidays are always a hard time to do a fast, and to be honest, in Provence I didn’t even really try. How can you fast when your family are all expert cooks in their field? We have a master baker, a Spanish drinks expert and the rest are just general foodies. And there was an outdoor BBQ, and we were surrounded by vineyards. My love of French rose and champagne is well known.
Another reason may be that the Englishman, having lost the weight he intended to, is now permanently on the 6:1 regime, and annoyingly, he seems to be able to do it even on holiday. Having the bloody extra 100 calories helps, I’m sure! (Men do have it easy in every way, right???) Because I’ve been on my own for the second fast day in the week I’ve found it more difficult to stick to the 500 calories. Even if the Englishman’s routine shouldn’t matter to me, it does.
But I hate the feeling I get from having that extra weight back on, so I am again determined to try to lose the additional bulge, hence it’s strictly back to 2 fast days per week!