When I say 6 different outfits, that is not a number I pulled out of my bottom, that is the actual number of costume changes I did in the space of 5minutes... look out Vegas, this girl can and will change her clothes like a seasoned performer.
The thing that also made today different, to every other time I can't decide what to wear, was the fact my husband witnessed the whole thing.
There are things that husbands should not be privy to... me putting on black pants and not being able to do the button up is one of them. I felt so absolutely violated! Then there are things that a husband should not say when witnessing the dance of someone who is testing whether a button can do up.... That something should not be said with a chuckle. Apparently saying, "There is no way those pants are going to stretch over and do up" is not offensive... Its a fact.
If I could have scratched his eyes out I would have. He thought it was hilarious that I was about to have a mental breakdown over an outfit. I told him to get the hell out of our bedroom and that I don't need him narrating my life like he is David Frigin Attenborough.
After trying on my sixth outfit and considering actually calling into work sick, I remembered a dress I had hanging up. A dress that was not figure hugging but there was a reason for it not being in my weekly rotation. To say it was a ok looking dress, would be being generous. I put it on, did a twirl and was content enough. Well as content as one can be when their clothes requirements are
A - I can breath
B - I can do up any buttons or zippers
C - I don't have a camel toe or muffin top.
What a great way to start day 1 of my diet. After the shit I went through this morning there was no way in bloody hell I was going to be putting a gram of sugar anywhere near my body. Motivation through self disgust is always a good thing right?!?
So far I am smashing the sh*t out of day 1. I am not craving any junk food but I'm def detoxing off the soft drink/Canadian clubs. I went as far as to pour all the soft drink from the bar fridge down the sink. It felt so wasteful and wrong but it had to be done. I also went and delivered my 4 CC and Dry to my parents house. They are now safely under witness protection .
I totally forgot about the wanting soft drink phase of the detox. It's kind of an all consuming thought. I keep wanting to go to the fridge and get something. It is not a thirsty feeling as such, it is a demanding urge of "I need diet soft drink"
I offer myself an ice cold water with cut up lemon and I don't even know why I go to the effort, because the last thing I feel like is water.
My husband tried to be supportive to my cause of losing weight, by telling me that he will try and gain a kg for every kg I lose.
Do you want me to fly kick you in the face??
In all honesty though he wants gains and I want losses.... We really are in sync aren't we???
So here I am on the afternoon of Day 1. I came straight home from work to cook dinner. Butter Chicken and it smells absolutely amazing! I am so looking forward to dinner tonight.
My meal plan today has been on point!
Sour dough grain bread with avocado and lemon juice
Capsicum, cheese, tomato, mixed salad leaves with carrot and beetroot. I also added a mayo herb dressing and because we have no chicken in the house (thanks vegan husband) I used pepitas and sunflower seeds to give it a bit of crunch. It was amazing!!
From memory day 1 and 2 aren't usually that hard, its what follows after that which will really test the willpower.
Hopefully my before photos don't make anyone vomit in their mouth OR blind them with my fluro mess I pulled out of the wardrobe!
Bring on day 2!