I started this diet at the beginning of summer and yoyo-ed between 89 kilos to 82. I did it seriously for a month but have to say that I stopped it for two weeks at the end of summer when I cracked completely. I couldn't get my mind off food and the boredom of not having a job at home nearly killed me off.
However the week before I was to move into my new flat for university, my mother said to me "Honestly? I know you found it so hard but since stopping it you seem so down and depressed again. I think you should find a pharmacy by you in London and get started again before you move in. You know you can do it if you try."
So that's exactly what I did and she was right. I'm into my fourth week now and although my flatmates are cooking around me and we'll go to the shops where they'll buy food I haven't eaten a single thing. The first week when I was still at home I was continuing to cook for my family but not bothered at it at all.
The second week was a breeze when I found that I lost 10 pounds from my first weight loss weigh in. I felt so proud of myself and happy and was still not bothered by food at all, walking around the shops and applying in restaurants for jobs; it was like food didn't exist for me at all, for some reason. I couldn't understand at all what had changed or where this new willpower had come from but I kept thinking positively and I could keep going.
The third week was not bad at all, except for slight periods of feeling nauseous and the cold had started to settle in on me. I was happier still with a weight loss of four pounds last week and couldn't believe that it was actually happening!
However this week has been a lot harder for me for some reason. I believe it's because I feel so cold all the time now, and also uni hasn't started yet, I haven't managed to get a job so I don't have anything to do. The first two weeks living in my new place was hilarious, everything was exciting and new, and my flatmates and I had so much fun living here and sorting out all the disasters!
Still, whenever I think of how great it would be to go and eat something hot and delicious I remind myself that I would get thrown off completely and try to imagine what would happen to myself if I were to give up on my diet now. I realise that for me, there's no other serious option and if I can keep doing this until I've lost three and half more stone I will be settled for life. I tell myself that in no time at all I will have the body I've always longed for since a young teenager (having been overweight all my life) and that I will finally feel free. After all in the first week I was wishing it was December already and in just four more days I'll have already nearly finished a month!
I think that honestly this diet is the only thing I can do. I tried weightwatchers, a variety of book diets and as this diet cuts out food completely you don't have to worry about it - well, not too much!
Good luck to everyone else who is struggling to lose weight. It is a real trial and sadness and I wish all of you absolutely the best. Time to refill my water supply
However the week before I was to move into my new flat for university, my mother said to me "Honestly? I know you found it so hard but since stopping it you seem so down and depressed again. I think you should find a pharmacy by you in London and get started again before you move in. You know you can do it if you try."
So that's exactly what I did and she was right. I'm into my fourth week now and although my flatmates are cooking around me and we'll go to the shops where they'll buy food I haven't eaten a single thing. The first week when I was still at home I was continuing to cook for my family but not bothered at it at all.
The second week was a breeze when I found that I lost 10 pounds from my first weight loss weigh in. I felt so proud of myself and happy and was still not bothered by food at all, walking around the shops and applying in restaurants for jobs; it was like food didn't exist for me at all, for some reason. I couldn't understand at all what had changed or where this new willpower had come from but I kept thinking positively and I could keep going.
The third week was not bad at all, except for slight periods of feeling nauseous and the cold had started to settle in on me. I was happier still with a weight loss of four pounds last week and couldn't believe that it was actually happening!
However this week has been a lot harder for me for some reason. I believe it's because I feel so cold all the time now, and also uni hasn't started yet, I haven't managed to get a job so I don't have anything to do. The first two weeks living in my new place was hilarious, everything was exciting and new, and my flatmates and I had so much fun living here and sorting out all the disasters!
Still, whenever I think of how great it would be to go and eat something hot and delicious I remind myself that I would get thrown off completely and try to imagine what would happen to myself if I were to give up on my diet now. I realise that for me, there's no other serious option and if I can keep doing this until I've lost three and half more stone I will be settled for life. I tell myself that in no time at all I will have the body I've always longed for since a young teenager (having been overweight all my life) and that I will finally feel free. After all in the first week I was wishing it was December already and in just four more days I'll have already nearly finished a month!
I think that honestly this diet is the only thing I can do. I tried weightwatchers, a variety of book diets and as this diet cuts out food completely you don't have to worry about it - well, not too much!
Good luck to everyone else who is struggling to lose weight. It is a real trial and sadness and I wish all of you absolutely the best. Time to refill my water supply