Tea without milk?! Barbarism!

Today’s my first day on the Cambridge Diet. I had a strawberry shake for breakfast this morning and promptly spilled it all over myself. Classy.  It was the little shaker thing I bought, it didn’t close properly.

I’ve been drinking tea without the milk and it’s not bad! I could get used to it. Laying off coffee as it makes me go a bit weird.

It’s a glorious day and I really want to zip around the park on my bike. I’m quite wary of the “no vigorous exercise in week 1″ rule, but will stick to it. I don’t want to pass out in a bush somewhere, only to be found by a curious and hungry fox. When I’m acclimatised I am determined to get some exercise in. It’ll help with loose skin, too.

I weighed in at 11 stone 3lbs on Saturday. I’m a little miffed and worried that, by the end of next week, I might only be 11st again. I am hoping that the 3lbs was just TOM weight.

I’m also apprehensive about how much my medication will slow down weight loss. I’ve gained a lot of weight on it, without changing my diet (in fact, by the end, I was eating a lot less). The doctor didn’t say much about the medication when he read the paperwork and signed the forms but he does acknowledge that they do cause weight gain. I was surprised by his reaction to this. He’s been a GP for 25 years and knows all about the diet. He was actually very encouraging and supportive. I’d assumed he’d chew my head off and write, “EAT LESS” on a piece of paper.

I want this to work and I don’t want my stupid body stopping it from working. All I want to do is to get my weight into somewhere it’s healthy, and somewhere I can admire in the mirror without running off and wanting to cry.

There’s no pressure on me, though. I don’t really get criticism for my appearance that much. My friends are lovely and would never tell me I looked bad, even if I did.

I know I am very overweight but I’ve got “a nice face”. A “nice face” is usually the backhanded compliment I get. I want to say, “MY BODY IS SMOKING HOT TOO YOU KNOW!”

And I am lucky to be with someone who never criticises my appearance, and who has never, and would never, tell me to lose weight.

So this one’s all for me. And that’s almost a bit scary.

The shakes are quite nice, I’m going to attempt the vanilla for lunch. They leave an odd aftertaste, though, kind of metallic. I brushed my teeth after drinking my breakfast. I put a lot of water in it. It was almost too much, and I struggled to get down what was left of it.