|Everything and Nothing|
Yes…you heard me…I want to murder.
When you give something up as massive as…well, let’s see…everything you love, you start to see and realise how geared society and commercial entities are to selling you the sh*t you really don’t need. I could have sworn that I heard Steers calling my name yesterday…I swear it. I drove passed to pick up a healthier version – sushi – and as I drove passed it, I heard…
Right, so I’m going bonkers 6 days in, but I know this is the mega-withdrawal stage and it will pass. So far my diet has consisted of nothing but serious goodness, well at least to my knowledge: (Please excuse the Twitter speak, I’ve been documenting Project 10 on Twitter and therefore landed up having to backtrack what I’ve actually eaten.)
Day 1: 6 pieces of sushi for lunch, 1 x Bran Muffin, soup for dinner (2 pieces of whole wheat) and dry wors to snack on tonight.
Day 2: 2 x Jungle Oates (Light) bars, 1 x chicken pasta salad, grapes, half portion ribs (grilled), 10 x small pieces watermelon.
Day 3: 2 x coffees, 1 x couscous chicken salad, 200g biltong, 200g sponspek.
Day 4: 2 x black coffees, 1 x gluten-free chicken wrap, veg stir fry (brown rice), 100g watermelon, 6 glasses water.
Day 5: 200g watermelon, 1 x iced coffee, 250g grilled steak and roasted veg, half a box of popcorn, 7 pieces sushi.
Day 6: 2 black coffees, 7 pieces of sushi (2nd half of last nights dinner), haloumi cheese, tomato, lettuce on rye sandwich, chicken salad, 6-7 glasses of water.
Right…so I’m doing okay, but let me tell you…I’m finding this much harder than I thought. It’s not that I’m finding the food boring, it’s just that the temptations are calling me so hard. I have decided to give up carbonated drinks on top of all this and this has to be one of my toughest challenges yet. I have a secret obsession with Tab – at school it was Sprite – out of school and for the last 7 years it’s been Tab…the fizzy brown goodness that refreshes and satisfies…Mmmm…*melting boners* Right, back to business!
The mind can be a wicked place too. For the last couple of days I have been debating with myself as to whether I should be allowed a “cheat day”. Now, I’ve heard of these before…one day where you’re allowed to have a cheat meal or two…or sit on your arse and eat pizza and scoff down MacDonalds until the sun comes up…yeah, I’ve heard of those! Alright, so it won’t be exactly like that, but I know me and this stomach…it’ll be something pretty close to that and the honest truth is…
A friend of mine said to me the other day, “So you’re punishing yourself?” to which I replied, “No, not so much punishing as I am torturing.” In some sick a twisted way I am both punishing and torturing myself, and will do so all year round. Punishment for allowing “things” to get this far and torturing myself because I know what it (the goodness) all tastes like and I took it for granted when I had it, so now it’s time to earn it. Don’t get me wrong, one day I’d like to sit down and share a pizza with friends, but for now…the answer is, “Salad please…”.