Day 61 – Week Nine Weigh-in

This diet works.

It really does.

OK, my losses are not earth-shattering and I am unlikely to be losing the Cambridge diet average of one stone loss a month, an average that is inclusive of men and young people who lose weight much faster. I am also unlikely to lose 5 stones in 6 months or the now overly ambitious sounding 10 stones in 12 months but you know what, it really doesn’t matter. The important thing is that the weight is going down. If it takes me longer than I anticipated to lose the weight, there so be it because there is absolutely nothing I can do about that.


Yesterday for the first time since I started the diet, I seriously craved something that isn’t allowed in my diet. I craved some hot peppered soup that I tend to have for comfort when life sucks. The good news is that this soup is made of meat and broth, albeit meat not allowed in my diet but it wouldn’t have kicked me out of ketosis and so isn’t entirely the worst thing to have.

The better news is that I wasn’t craving cakes or bread. I also recognised that having once again, had very little sleep the previous day, the craving was more to do with my state of mind than anything else.

pepper soup

The best news is that I didn’t give into this craving. I am still a 100 %er.

After a slow week, finally yesterday, some movement on the scale. Today, no further movement but I’m good with the loss.

Week Nine verdict: Today’s weight 110.1 kg, weekly weight loss 0.9 kg (1.98 pounds); total weight loss; 14.3 kg (31.5 pounds)

Life might still suck lemons but like Pharrell Williams, I’m happy with the weight loss.


The Italiano/Milano Challenge

Things are happier in my life. Like the Coldplay song says, nobody said it was easy. As long as I’m not singing, why does it always rain on me, I’m good.

So one minute I was debating whether or not to have roast lamb for Easter (my favourite meat which is not allowed on Step 2 of the Cambridge diet), I now have an enormous challenge because DH has booked an impromptu five days holiday to Milan.

Woo hoo. I’m going to the land of fashion and food for Easter.

Panic panic. What’s a girl to do?

Let me rewind.

In my entire life, I have only ever stayed on a diet whilst on holiday once. Even on that occasion, there’s a photo of me swinging a champagne bottle. I’m that girl that comes back from a 10 days holiday, over a stone heavier. In fact, my very last holiday in December, was for only 8 nights and I came back a whooping 6.1 kg (over 13 pounds) heavier.

OK, the weight gain is dramatic but to be fair, the holiday weight gain would usually go after a week or two of being good. I would often tell myself to relax and eat whatever I want on holiday and sort it out when I get back home.

Not this time! I’m not bloody doing that this time.


Pre-Cambridge, we would have pre-booked fabulous restaurants for every night of our holiday including the Michelin starred restaurant in our hotel and another nearby. Not this time unless of course DH fancies eating by himself… So far, we’ve booked one restaurant, after I determined it had grilled fish in the midst of lots and lots and lots of other gorgeous food.

I do not want to come back after 5 days, with 5 kg weight gain. Hell no. But I also don’t want to be a diet bore and be so obsessed with wanting to maintain or lose weight that I ruin this short break for DH and I.

There must be a happy medium???

So here’s my plan. And please God, in the land of gorgeous food, gorgeous breads, gorgeous meats, gorgeous desserts, gorgeous people, I really hope, I stick to that plan. How proud of myself would I be if I came back from holiday having maintained my weight or even lost some weight?

And if it all goes disastrously wrong, I will dust myself up and get right back on the diet. But we don’t want that Plan B. Oh no, we don’t. There is no Plan B.

My plan is to stay on my current Step 2 of the Cambridge diet which means three Cambridge products daily and one meal. I will therefore travel with sachets of Cambridge porridge, shakes, soups, ready-made tetra shakes and bars, just enough of everything to give me plenty of options. I have already packed a hand-held blender and will take along a travel kettle and plastic plate.

For the one meal, I will stick as much as possible to plain salads, vegetables, chicken, fish and seafood. Can I ask Italians in the land of gorgeous olive oil (which is actually very good for us) for dressings on the sides and plain chicken? Do I even want boring plain chicken on holiday when I’m already forgoing breads, pasta, pizza, potatoes, cakes, chocolates, desserts, anything with flour, rice, pasta, desserts, desserts, desserts?

Life might be too short for plain chicken but I will definitely try my best to stick to plan as much as possible, as well as enjoy myself.


If I am able to update this diary whilst away, I will log everything I eat and drink to motivate me to stay on the diet.

I am accountable.

I am responsible for hand to mouth.

I will make the right choices.

I will keep to goal.

i am responsible

Pretty please share your holiday survival tips.


My Favourite Things…

One of my all time favourite movies is the Sound of Music. I discovered that a friend also loves this movie and so for her birthday, I borrowed some lines from the movie…

Brown paper packages
Tied up with string
These are a few
Of my favourite things

Seriously Fräulein Maria? Is this really one of your favourite things? Brown paper packages, tied up with string? Are you kidding me chick? Do you need to get out a bit more sweetie? OK, just joking. Each to his own. Whatever turns you on missy.

Could I really pull this off in 2015 by wrapping a birthday present in brown paper and tying it with string? This could seriously backfire on me…

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Thankfully, (phew!) my friend liked her package (and of course the present inside), especially when I accompanied giving her the gift with the sound effect of playing My Favourite Things from the Sound of Music on Sonos. Thanks Spotify.

Happy Monday.


Day 40: Week Six Weigh-In

I’m not a happy bunny with today’s weigh-in. I just don’t understand how I can weigh 0.9kg more downstairs than I weighed in my nightie upstairs using the same bloody scale, especially if the lower weight has been consistent all week. And no, I haven’t changed my usual official weigh-in clothes with my consultant.

But never mind. Whatever mind game my scale is playing, a loss is a loss even though I will have to officially record a pathetic 0.6 kg, instead of the 1.5 kg I had been secretly chuffed with last couple of days especially given that the painters have been in all week. The perils of daily weighing.


Week Six verdict: Today’s weight 112.7 kg, weekly weight loss 0.6 kg (1.3 pounds); total weight loss; 11.7 kg (25.7 pounds)

I am sooooooooo tantalisingly close to the elusive 2 stone mark; only 1.1 kg (2.4 pounds).

C’mon body, let’s hit this target.

Screw all that whining, I have lost weight in SIX consecutive weeks! I have lost 26 pounds in LESS than six weeks!!!!


One more for the weekend?


101 Things You Can’t Do When You’re Fat

Number One: Skinny Girls in Rock/Pop Concerts

DH and I went to a very enjoyable, I dare say, romantic, Van Morrison’s concert last night at the Royal Albert Hall for a most worthy cause, the Teenage Cancer Trust there goes I but for the grace of God, not that I’m in danger of becoming a teenager any time soon.

OK, Van the Man isn’t exactly rock and roll or one of those open air concerts that make you feel young, vibrant and alive but it got me thinking…

Whenever I go to those types of concerts, there are always annoying skinny girls grooving, waving their skinny arms around and wiggling their perfectly formed pert bottoms whilst sitting on top of their fit men’s shoulders. They always seem to be wearing the tiniest of shorts that wouldn’t even fit a 10 year old. Perhaps you’re one of those girls. I promise I’m not hating. I’m not at all jealous. I’m not. I’m not. I’m not. OK, maybe a teeny weeny bit.

Conert girl

Well, true confession but I have always wanted to be one of those girls. The reality of my life in like forever, is that if I had ever attempted to get on top of the shoulders of any man, (I don’t care if he’s an Olympic Heavy Weightlifting Gold Champion) to wiggle around in loud music, there are only three options that I can imagine for that lovely man:

Option 1: Leave the concert with permanent brain damage from my trunk like thighs crushing his skull.

Option 2: Leave the concert in a wheelchair with damaged spine, never to walk ever again.

Option 3: Leave the concert in a body bag. End of life (his, not mine) as we know it.

fat girl on man's shoulder

Given those three options, I think it is only fair to say that one of those things that you can never do (or rather “should not do” given the brave souls in these photos) when you’re fat is sit on your man’s shoulders and rock it out.

You’ll be glad to hear that this is one dream I might just leave in dreamland. Given that I am a 41 years old woman, when I am skinny, I might just leave this for teenagers and twenty something years olds.

Another fat girl

Note to self: Act your age, and not your shoe size.

And if you’re really that interested, I wear a size 6.