Yesterday was a horrendous day.
It started with anguish and tears even before I got out of bed. There is only one thing for it, shower, dress up, apply my bright red lipstick, eye liner, mascara and continue battling the crap. I can handle absolutely anything the world throws at me but I’ve got to have my mask on – red lipstick, eye liner and black mascara.
It’s only fair that I give my lipstick the accolade it deserves. My pet dislike is lipstick that sticks all over coffee mugs or plaster all over people’s faces when you give them a kiss. For over a decade, I used Estee Lauder’s double wear lip duo until they had the bright idea to discontinue this truly fabulous lipstick without as much as a kiss goodbye. Shock horror. What’s a girl to do?
Thankfully on a stopover at Dubai airport last December, I discovered another lipstick that does not leave stains – L’Oréal Paris Infallible 2-in-1 Lipstick. I wear the red rouge number 507. Checking online right there at Dubai duty-free, I found out that I could buy it cheaper in Boots and Amazon. So I waited until I got home to stock up on a few. Every penny helps. It’s not quite as fantastic as the Estee Lauder’s but it’s much cheaper and a great find. Order has been restored to the world.
Yesterday, armed with my red lipstick, eye liner and mascara (waterproof, of course), I continued the fire fighting that had rocked my world. What has all the drama got to do with a blog on the Cambridge Diet? Quite right.
In the middle of heart-breaking talks, tears, loud sobs, (you know the type with snorts and stuff running all over the place), I found myself continuing to sip my water and continuing to tap into my water your body app. I have drunk 3,600 ml of bottled still water every single day since I started the Cambridge diet. *She stops to sip water*. I get a real kick out of tapping into this app and getting the ‘whoosh’ sound every time I finish a bottle.
I really should get out more.
As the drama of my life continued, my alarm started ringing. It was my daily alarm on my phone to have lunch. I do this because I like to space out eating in order to keep my metabolism going but it is even more important for me because I am on a diet where there is absolutely no hunger. It is quite easy to forget to eat or stay for too many hours without food which in my dieting experience could mean my body goes into starvation mode and stores fat.
I snoozed the alarm for 30 minutes. When it went again, I was still in the middle of the drama. Even though the last thing I wanted in the middle of sobs, tears and anguish discussions was to eat, I automatically moved to boil a kettle for the dish of the day…Cambridge Oriental Chilli soup.
As odd as my action seemed in the middle of life changing decisions, and as pathetically laughable as it felt, sipping my oriental soup with tears running down my eyes, (thank goodness for waterproof mascaras) a little voice in my head had insisted on reading out something I had written in my very first blog entry.
“This blog is not about making excuses for my weight gains. Coulda, shoulda, woulda. Shit happens. Shit happened. Deal with shit or drown with shit but don’t gain weight. Let that be the one thing I get to have some control in my life.”
The good news is that the crisis has been resolved. Crazy, angry waves had rocked the boat near to capsizing, it’s endurance tested beyond belief, but it is still standing, on an even keel, and hopefully stronger than ever. One day at a time but my world has not been crushed.
Unlike my tears-fuelled lunch, dinner was a happier affair. I had 80 g of salad and treated myself to an omelette done with my fabulous new non-stick pan and afterwards, vanilla shake with crushed ice. My husband had a G&T aperitif, a big juicy steak, potatoes, vegetables and two glasses of gorgeous red wine.
He’s slim. I’m fat.
In other news, to make up for delivering the wrong flowers, the flower delivery company sent me a complimentary bunch.