At the end of the summer I met up with my very good friend Glenda, who told me she was going to do the Dukan Diet. I scoffed and had another glass of wine, questioning her sanity and ability to eat just lean protein and no carbs for the next few months. I saw her about six weeks later and was stunned by how much weight she'd lost and how good she looked. Despite congratulating her I was secretively very jealous.
It took me a few weeks, but once I got my head round it, I decided I was going to Do the Dukan in January. I borrowed the book from Glenda, stocked up on ham, eggs, chicken and no fat yogurt and cottage cheese and strangely looked forward to New Year's Day.
The day dawned and as usual I had a stinking hangover. Standing, or rather swaying, in the kitchen that morning I did question my decision to start the diet that day, but thought if I didn't do it now, I never would. It was a bad day.
I am now on Day 5 of the Attack phase and all is well in my world. The funniest thing is everyone is fascinated by what I am eating. My three children simply laugh when I sit down with my plate of chicken to their burger and wedges and my workmates quiz me constantly about what I'm allowed to eat and even if I've had a poo! (we're very close!). So I've decided to write a blog about the diet and keep people undated about how it's going, what I've eaten and how much weight I have or haven't lost.
So I'm just off to eat some ham. I'll post again tomorrow...
We're doing the South Beach, which seems to be similar. We're also very close to having a poo.
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