Lucy is still clearly thinking about it, I can tell. Come on Lucy, you know it makes sense my little salt and vinegar flavoured Quaver.
Yeah, to be honest Blossom, I can personally promise you that the longer you stay on Exante, the easier it gets. The first three days are hard. Don't be surprised if you get some nasty side effects in the coming weeks too. I HATED the 'dry mouth' thing but only some people appear to complain about that.
When you go without something for a period of time, you eventually start to accept it as 'a way of life.' I mean, Anne Widdlecombe is still a virgin, and I bet you don't find her trawling the male escort websites on a Friday night (mind, she could do with visiting the Exante one). As stupid as it sounds, an analogy might be a hardcore drug addict, say - When they're pulled off drugs, for the first three or four days, it's said to be hell-on-earth for them (Remember the state of Nick Cotton in EastEnders?). But, once the withdrawl symptoms go (and they really do...), you then begin to reach a stage of "What was all the fuss about?" and the days start to turn into weeks and you no longer find yourself craving that large bar of Toblerone sat at the bottom of the fridge which your friends kindly brought back for you after their trip to Bologna last month. It's an extra-large one, actually. And it's of the milk chocolate variety.
Yeah, Ok, you occasionally switch on 'Come Dine with me' and think, "I could do with eating that right now..." but these reactions weaken, the longer you stay on it. Try not to 'lapse,' ever. It's really important with this diet. If you ever feel like opening up that packet of Prawn Cocktail Flavoured Frazzles which have been sitting at the back of your cupboard for nine weeks now and which will only go out-of-date if you don't get them 'looked after' - I mean, it would actually be socially irresponsible for you NOT to eat them - just think of....Think of me. Yeah. Why not.
And then put those f-----g Frazzles back.
The harder thing, as already mentioned, is knowing what to do with social activities etc. So much of what the human race DOES centres around food. So, Friday night, when four friends are going into town (I don't actually have as many as four friends but I can pretend), likely to knock-back fourteen pints and a large donner, I am left with three possibilities:-
a) Opt for a quiet night in the library, maintaining that it's people like these 'friends' of mine that are turning this once-great country into the binge-drinking capital of the world.
b) F--k it - go with them. What's 14 pints? About 2500 cals. Don't bother with the kebab and I should be Ok.
c) Go with them and sip mineral water in the corner all evening, leading my friends to swiftly begin contemplating my true sexual orientation.
It's always got to be option A Miss Blossom. You can never read enough books.
Good luck.
P.S. I don't think there's such a thing as prawn cocktail flavoured Frazzles.
Yeah, to be honest Blossom, I can personally promise you that the longer you stay on Exante, the easier it gets. The first three days are hard. Don't be surprised if you get some nasty side effects in the coming weeks too. I HATED the 'dry mouth' thing but only some people appear to complain about that.
When you go without something for a period of time, you eventually start to accept it as 'a way of life.' I mean, Anne Widdlecombe is still a virgin, and I bet you don't find her trawling the male escort websites on a Friday night (mind, she could do with visiting the Exante one). As stupid as it sounds, an analogy might be a hardcore drug addict, say - When they're pulled off drugs, for the first three or four days, it's said to be hell-on-earth for them (Remember the state of Nick Cotton in EastEnders?). But, once the withdrawl symptoms go (and they really do...), you then begin to reach a stage of "What was all the fuss about?" and the days start to turn into weeks and you no longer find yourself craving that large bar of Toblerone sat at the bottom of the fridge which your friends kindly brought back for you after their trip to Bologna last month. It's an extra-large one, actually. And it's of the milk chocolate variety.
Yeah, Ok, you occasionally switch on 'Come Dine with me' and think, "I could do with eating that right now..." but these reactions weaken, the longer you stay on it. Try not to 'lapse,' ever. It's really important with this diet. If you ever feel like opening up that packet of Prawn Cocktail Flavoured Frazzles which have been sitting at the back of your cupboard for nine weeks now and which will only go out-of-date if you don't get them 'looked after' - I mean, it would actually be socially irresponsible for you NOT to eat them - just think of....Think of me. Yeah. Why not.
And then put those f-----g Frazzles back.
The harder thing, as already mentioned, is knowing what to do with social activities etc. So much of what the human race DOES centres around food. So, Friday night, when four friends are going into town (I don't actually have as many as four friends but I can pretend), likely to knock-back fourteen pints and a large donner, I am left with three possibilities:-
a) Opt for a quiet night in the library, maintaining that it's people like these 'friends' of mine that are turning this once-great country into the binge-drinking capital of the world.
b) F--k it - go with them. What's 14 pints? About 2500 cals. Don't bother with the kebab and I should be Ok.
c) Go with them and sip mineral water in the corner all evening, leading my friends to swiftly begin contemplating my true sexual orientation.
It's always got to be option A Miss Blossom. You can never read enough books.
Good luck.
P.S. I don't think there's such a thing as prawn cocktail flavoured Frazzles.
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