I’m over the halfway point on my 6.5 week Fast 800 diet, so to distract myself from the fact that I’ve got to do what I just did AGAIN, here are 6.5 tips to help you fast for 16 hours a day without killing anyone. If you are interested in my progress, so far IContinue reading “6.5 tips for getting through the Fast 800 diet without killing someone”
I have no idea if I’ve learnt 11 things. This is a very specific number of learnings but it’s what I typed, so let’s go…
This morning I weed on a stick and it turned pink. To bring you up to speed (god forbid you should miss something on this riveting journey of mine) it’s day 4 of the Fast 800 diet, which I’ve decided to follow for 6.5 weeks over Lent.
It’s the night before I go for my metaphorical wander through the desert for 40 days and 40 nights.
Lent is a test of willpower. Every year, like many people around the world, I renounce things I like for 6 weeks – not because I’m a Catholic (although this is what the official papers say I am) but because I feel like if I don’t follow Lent, something bad will happen.
It’s Saturday morning, I’ve been to boxing, I’ve had a shower and now I’m eating a crumpet. I always forget how delicious crumpets are. What I should be doing, of course, is tucking into some poached eggs and a protein shake to fuel my broken muscles but, you know….crumpets. I’m not sure I should beContinue reading “Saturday morning crumpet”
I’ve got a little while before I start work so, seeing as I just paid to renew my blog domain name, I thought I’d whack out a short post.
Day one of my ban on sugar is over. So far, I’m absolutely fine. I’m still alive, still sort of plump. I haven’t descended into a shaking, sweating, angry mess yet. After reading extensively about the effects of giving up sugar I was actually expecting something a bit more interesting than this. People report headaches,Continue reading “Life without sugar is pretty sweet”
So this is how it ends. This is goodbye. After all the good times we shared together – the romantic dinners, the wild nights when you got me drunk (you always looked irresistible in toxic blue), the cosy evenings in on the sofa with duvets and films, the times you cheered me up when I wasContinue reading “Six weeks without sugar”
I am fine, according to the doctor. I needn’t have submitted myself to the horrors of collecting a ‘faecal sample’, or (worse) letting the nurse touch my arm vein.