After the onslaught of misery and negativity I dished out the other day (er, yeah, sorry about that), I feel back on track. I feel good.
Now it’s day 11, and I have lost 10 lbs. I have more mental clarity, I feel lighter, I feel more in control. I feel, dare I say it, happier. Everything is going well.
I’ve been eating reasonably healthily and keeping to my rules (most of the time… the incident with the block of cheese never happened. IT NEVER HAPPENED.)
I made myself a truly delicious Greek salad for tea that was filling and nutritious (see below).
So what’s the problem?
The problem, dear readers, is what they might call the fly in the ointment. This diet I’m on has so much to recommend it – it offers rapid weight loss, clear skin, mental clarity, constant energy; and if done in the right way, it is extremely healthy.
The problem is: I can’t run.
I mean, I can run. But all the joy has gone out of it. I’ve been running a few times since I started this diet, and each time has been miserable. I have had to stop after about 4k; one time in the gym I ended up with my head between my knees, about to faint (an excruciatingly embarassing experience, if you’re interested: all the gym posers looked at me warily as if I might suddenly whip out a machete).
So what do I do?
I love running. When I don’t run, I feel like something’s missing. When running is going well, I feel like air moving over the Earth. That’s not how I feel now. I feel like a bull seal moving over a hill.
So now I have a dilemma. Do I carry on with this until I reach my target weight (11 pounds to go), or do I find a more moderate diet which allows me to run, but without all the other benefits which go with the low carb regime? Decisions, decisions.