I’ll be honest.
I haven’t stuck to the ‘diet’ I gave myself. I ate some pizza last night and the night before that? Southern fried chicken.
Part of me cares, part of me doesn’t. I hear myself say ‘this isn’t good for you, spit it out!’, but I never do.
I always knew I could never go cold turkey at the start, because I’m stubborn and I would get mad (which I already have been doing – no sugar has made me cranky).
I am trying, though. I’ve swapped sandwiches for salad at lunch time and have yoghurts for breakfast rather than nothing. I’m making a push for cooking fresh where possible, rather than being lazy and buying ready meals. I also drink green tea instead of Yorkshire tea and have swapped fizzy pop for squash with no added sugar. Go me.
The changes are small, and probably won’t make that big of a difference seeing as my job involves sitting at a desk a l l d a y.
Movement is key, obviously, but while I’m not actually tracking my weight because there is a spider attached to the bathroom scales right now, there’s no way of telling if I’m actually doing something right. I feel better in myself at least, if that counts (which it does, I am told).