The Diet of Diets continues to deliver
I wasn't holding out much hope for week three of the Diet of Diets. There were two nights out, when actually the completely arbitrary rules of the diet that I make up as I go along only allow for one moderate night out. But the philosophy of this diet is that you have to live too.
I'm also thinking that perhaps we need to designate just one day of the weekend for throwing caution to the wind. I am tending to throw caution to the wind from Friday lunchtime to Sunday night. Which is enough to undo all the good work from the week.
But, fair play to me, I lost two pounds again, which brings us a total of half a stone in three weeks, without too much effort. I think the one golden rule I have stuck to, even on the bad days, has been not to eat breakfast, so this has perhaps been my saving grace. The no-breakfast thing has become an engrained habit at this stage. I'm so used to it it takes very little willpower as long as I keep myself busy. And I'll sometimes break the fast with a piece of fruit at noon, or maybe 11. In general it's all becoming easier as the habits take hold. I'm out of the habit of eating crap during the week and even of snacking at all. I know lots of diets promote snacking but apparently snacking between meals was a concept developed by the food industry to sell us more crap, so I'm including a not-too-strict no-snacking clause in the Diet of Diets. If I do have a snack I try and keep it at fruit, or else a Gwyneth granola bar, of which my wife is kindly knocking out a batch occasionally. They're supposed to be healthy but to the junk-deprived, they're as nice as a Hobnob. One should probably be enough. But they're a bit more-ish. You can look up the recipe. It's been a lifesaver having some little treat that isn't too bad. My lawyers have asked me to stress at this point that neither Gwyneth Paltrow nor Goop endorses the Diet of Diets or has any affiliation with it.