I've been doing remarkably well on this low carb diet. I'm coming up on the 2 week mark and I haven't wavered once. I've lost a fair amount of weight. I'm not feeling too deprived, and I've been exercising pretty good restraint. I'm starting to feel like this is a diet that could stick (with some modifications - I resent not being able to eat legumes, and I don't intend to forego pasta entirely for the next 6 months to a year - that's just crazy talk). So I'm feeling a little tentative optimism, the problem being, I've been here loads of times before only to prove myself wrong. I go weeks, occasionally even months of commitment and steady progress, only to trip up, lapse, and gain everything back. This often comes after a big even like a holiday, which is why I'm viewing my upcoming trip to Japan with more trepidation than excitement. Never easy to diet on a holiday, and the land of rice and ramen isn't exactly designed for low carb living. I'll have to travel for work next month also, which I'm already feeling anxious about.
I tried on the dress I'm planning to wear to the wedding and it zipped up this time - but actually, I think it was just a question of awkwardly trying to do a zip up myself that prevented it fitting last time. It's wearable, but not great - which is pretty much the deal with most of my clothes. God, I remember when I used to enjoy clothes and feel great about something I was wearing - I'd love to get those days back and bloody appreciate my figure rather than constantly trying to make it better.
Buoyed by the loss on the scale and the aforementioned deceptive zip success, I tried on some of my other clothes - not in a smaller size, mind, but the size 18s and 16s in my usual rotation that had been feeling a tad snug. Turns out, they're still snug. Pride goeth before a fall indeed. Ridiculous of me to think that 11 days of dieting would magically shrink me, but now I feel quite downcast and disheartened, beyond all rationality.
Tomorrow is lunch out, which I shall have to negotiate as best I can. Apart from that, just keep plodding along and hoping for the best, I suppose.
EDIT: Oh god, I just tried on more clothes. What on earth is wrong with me? I now know that a dress I wore in March is MUCH tighter than it was then. This news is in no way helpful, and has just made me even more miserable. I think I have to put a moratorium on clothes trying-on until at least the beginning of August.
I tried on the dress I'm planning to wear to the wedding and it zipped up this time - but actually, I think it was just a question of awkwardly trying to do a zip up myself that prevented it fitting last time. It's wearable, but not great - which is pretty much the deal with most of my clothes. God, I remember when I used to enjoy clothes and feel great about something I was wearing - I'd love to get those days back and bloody appreciate my figure rather than constantly trying to make it better.
Buoyed by the loss on the scale and the aforementioned deceptive zip success, I tried on some of my other clothes - not in a smaller size, mind, but the size 18s and 16s in my usual rotation that had been feeling a tad snug. Turns out, they're still snug. Pride goeth before a fall indeed. Ridiculous of me to think that 11 days of dieting would magically shrink me, but now I feel quite downcast and disheartened, beyond all rationality.
Tomorrow is lunch out, which I shall have to negotiate as best I can. Apart from that, just keep plodding along and hoping for the best, I suppose.
EDIT: Oh god, I just tried on more clothes. What on earth is wrong with me? I now know that a dress I wore in March is MUCH tighter than it was then. This news is in no way helpful, and has just made me even more miserable. I think I have to put a moratorium on clothes trying-on until at least the beginning of August.
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