I actually managed to go out this week, for the first time this year. It's true I have become a hermit. My Dukan inspiration, Glenda, cajoled me to the pub, and as I knew she wouldn't pressure me to drink anything else but diet coke, I accepted. We had a great old Dukan chat. Just as well we were on our own – we'd have bored the pants off anyone else. She has managed to keep all the weight she lost off and was merrily quaffing white wine, much to my dismay. I did feel a bit of a failure as well when she told me she had lost a stone and a quarter in five weeks! I'm on week 4, so that is really not going to happen for me. Never mind, I need to learn to lose gracefully.
There are now a few fellows Dukans in the office and I seemed to have become some kind of official figure in what people can and can't eat. Oh the power! I think the key really is to mix things up so you don't get bored and try new things. This week I had a go at making turkey burgers which I served on grilled portobello mushrooms (it was a protein/veg day). They were really nice, especially with a few gerkins, tomatoes and Dukan mustard mayo. Here's the evidence, although you can't really see the burger for salad.
Another event to celebrate this week is the fact that I started running again. Up to now I've been a bit concerned about my energy levels, oh and an ankle injury that I picked up falling down the stairs at the Christmas party. I ordered a spanking new pair of runners and I was off. I felt great.
I'm really not sure if I'm ever going eat carbs again you know. Last night I felt a few periody cramps, so I checked my diary and it was lo and behold it was time for the monthly event. Normally I would have been really bloated and a right miserable cow at least a week before my due-on day, but I didn't even know it was that time again. Now there's a revelation...
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