It’s been just over two weeks, and things are going well.
You know that theory where people say your stomach shrinks? And you supposedly start to feel less hungry, as you adapt to cheerily having two broadbeans and an apple per day? The thing that never, EVER happens?
Well guess what, it’s happening!
I don’t know why, and I don’t know how, but my appetite is shrinking.
Now, it’s hard to explain how much of a feat this is without you understanding how spectacular my appetite usually is. Let’s just say that, apparently, my ex flatmate’s dad still talks about the amount of pasta I ate in one sitting over six years ago. You have Mount Kilimanjaro, you have Mount Everest, and then you have that plate of pasta.
So when teatime came around this evening and I cooked for my partner, I heard someone say the words: ‘I don’t really fancy anything, I’m not hungry.’ After some confusion, I realised those words had been spoken by me. ME. And I’m still not hungry at 9pm. It’s a miracle.
The running is also going well… ish. I’m starting to adapt to the low-carb regime (rules here) and my body is reluctantly surrendering all the fat it’s been greedily holding onto. I ran 6km on Friday, and 5km this morning. Still a reduction on what I’d like, but it’s something.
I’ve also lost 11lbs.
So for now, it’s going well. However, I am constantly teetering on the brink of a malteser-related disaster. I’ll keep you posted!
Read more about low carb dieting.