Detox Diet Part 2

Today is day nine of the detox, which means it is the last day. Back to normal tomorrow.

My final weigh in revealed another loss of a pound, bringing my total up to 11. I'm glad about this to say the least. Any loss would have been a positive but I also feel that I should have lost this much for the torture the first part was!

The second half has not been quite has traumatising as the first. I have almost got into a bit of  a routine now. I'm still not used to the aloe, and even though we are finished the scheme, there is still almost a whole bottle of the stuff left, and as it was so expensive, I shall be 'enjoying' it until it is all gone (about another 2 weeks by my calculations). I have taken the other supplements without prompting, and have even got used to not eating anything solid until the evening. 

This second half has not been without it's other challenges though. The last two days I have finished work late, meaning that when I should normally be walking through the door and having a drink whilst preparing dinner, I have been instead sat in my car in queuing traffic with nothing much else to think about than food. I don't do hungry well - Mike tends to describe me as someone who suffers with 'Hanger.' This is a condition which means that I get very VERY irate if I don't get fed within a very short time of originally feeling 'a bit peckish' as I normally describe it. This quickly deteriorates to 'about to naw my own arm off' and that is when the hanger sets in.

Being stuck in a car when you are severely hangry is not good for public safety.

My attitudes to the detox have not changed in this second half. I am still conscious of the fact that I can actually survive without nourishment every few hours, and it turns out I do not have a life threatening cake deficiency, so can indeed go longer than a day (or even a morning) without having to top up the diminishing levels of cakey goodness in my bloodstream. 

So as to continue our journey and not waste all the hard work we have done this past 9 days, we have made 3 new rules, which I hope to stick to in the coming weeks and months.

1. Smaller portions. Something that Mike is certainly struggling with is getting into the habit of weighing and measuring everything so we know how many calories we are consuming. He is very much the sort of cook who throws it all in and tastes it as he goes. I have always been a bit more anal about this (you have to be when you have my genes - thanks mum!) and so it has been my job to measure all the ingredients whilst he cooks. This does mean we spend time together in the kitchen, but he does get a bit annoyed when I'm in his way! 

2. Wine at weekends only. Both of us love a drink and before this is was not unusual for us to have up to 4 bottles over the week. This is expensive and also bad for the waistline. I have definitely noticed myself being more perky and sleeping better in the week, so this is one I intend to keep up!

3. Drink more water. I am positive that the only thing that has got me through this is drinking lots and lots of water. I know I do not drink enough and so I shall be endeavouring to hit my target of 2 litres every day, so I don't snack as much.

So I suppose the moral of this story is that whilst the task may be hard and the goal appears a long way off, the hard work will pay off in the end, and you may learn a little bit about yourself along the way. Never again shall I have 3 slices of cake in one day (except for my birthday, when anything goes!).