12.7

SO constipated - becoming obsessive.  Went for a swim yesterday.  Drank a gallon of water throughout the day.  Feel vast.  Need to poo. Found a great yoga exercise to push it all through.  You hold your breath and pull your tummy in and then push out rapidly for about 30 secs.  It should tempt a poo out.

I feel full and sluggish.  Just like my bowel.

12.7

Oh farts.  Weight gain for two reasons.  I haven't pooed since I can remember and I ate bread yesterday.  It wasn't THAT nice.  Only ok.  I wish I hadn't.  I had Botox yesterday so can't exercise for a couple of days.  I need to do a massive workout and get the poo moving.  My tummy hurts.  I have taken every aid to going inc. senakot.  Stand well back.

12.5

Weeeeheee.  This is the lowest I have been for AGES. I love losing weight but I am also terrified it will go the other way as it often does with dieting.  There I am trogging along on my diet and the weight loss grinds to a halt but I keep going because I think it will get better then I start putting on weight then I get pissed off with the whole thing.

Just three pounds to go to a stone.  I should manage that by Friday.  I do need to exercise as that makes a huge difference.

12.6

Oh wow.  I have made it below 12 and a half and I might actually get to somewhere near 12 by the time of my show.  I am determined to get my weight down for my party even if it means a boring first  part of my holiday.   I am not really on holiday until after the show anyway.  I am just working abroad.  It is so difficult dieting in a hotel but equally in some ways it easier to stick to the three meals a day with nothing in between.   Meat and veg and fish and salad should be a doddle.  Perhaps it is more difficult when I am on my own and have the temptation of crisps and pizza.

I ate pasta last night.  I was starving and a piece of fish with some broccoli was just not going to fill me up. I am fed up with being hungry.  I have a headache.

I went to the market yesterday to stock up on veg. Lots and lots of cauliflower.  I am not sure I even like cauliflower.

12.7

The apprentice ate my steak and I starved.

Buzzed around Putney and Fulham making all sorts of appointments for self maintenance.
Feeling so much thinner!

12.8

That was what I weighed on Friday but since then I have had:

A cupcake of such verbotenness I will probably burst
Some chips
2 Poppadom
Rice
A piece of chocolate
A crust of bread
Milk in my tea
A yoghurt

These were not all on the same day but it still high carbi stuff and I may well have put on weight.

It is so cold I feel I need carbs to feel warm.  I really need to jump up and down more.  If only I wasn't so lazy.

12.9

Tiny bit disappointed as I was expecting a glorious 12.8 but maybe that would be greedy.  I did a poo.    A triumphant poo.  At long last.  Mind you I think stonehenge was built from softer material.

We did have an enormous dinner last night.  Roast pork with amazing crackling.  Gorgeous.  I ate heaps and normally would have definitely had a weight gain but with no pudding and no potatoes I didn't put on an ounce.

I am determined not to be a diet fixated idiot.  I have more or less given up alcohol so I am looking to more or less give up sugar.  Then I should be on the road to salvation.  Holbrook diet.  There's all this stuff about carbs and protein being separate but I think that is just too purist.