Rollin' Rollin' Rollin' Rawhide!

Hey Folks,

Sorry it's been a long time! Dukan has been a wonderful companion on what has been a pretty bollocks start to 2012.  Did I say start? Is it June already? Man...

So no, no I'm not dead and no I haven't fallen off the Dukan wagon. I've just been engaging in some serious navel gazing.  Things are largely ok, I have my health and my wonderful boyfriend, friends, family and gorgeous cat (meow!) but my job situation has been dire (working hard on intern wages, hating the job, being stuck in terrible job market with niche skills) so I've been poor, overworked, overtired, overstressed, etc. Other metaphorical clouds are lifting - the housemate who hated everyone has finally moved out - hooray!  I think everything has been feeding into a rather negative mind space - job searching and being hated is so soul destroying and bad for the self esteem!

I think I can, I think I can, I think I can

Hello Dukaners! Gosh, day 77 of my dukan adventure; 2½ months on – lets review where I am.  I’ve been away for a few days and have been really successful at sticking to the plan, largely thanks to my understanding family who just let me get on with it without making me feel weird and said all sorts of encouraging things about how they could really tell it was working, etc.  Before I left London (4 days ago) I had a BMI of 23 – amazing to think that just 2½ months ago I had a BMI of 28.  That’s 5 BMI points down, from being a stones throw from clinically obese to 2 points under the ‘overweight’ threshold (yes – I am ‘normal’!! – finally!!)

Off roading it, my very un-Dukan Holiday...

Hello Hello,

Hope you all had a gorgeous Easter?  I had a BLAST in Glasgow for a friends wedding.  I used to live in Glasgow for about 4 and half years.  I left in summer 2007 and have only been back briefly for New Year 07/08 since then, so there were LOTS of people to catch up with and it was great fun.  The downside being that me and the bf had so many people to catch up with we were going from pub to pub, going 'drink drink drink, taxi! going the next pub, drink, drink, drink, etc. '

BOOM! One month down & How I lost my cat...

Hey Folks,

It's true... I lost my cat doing the Dukan.... Sorry I haven't blogged in a while... I won't go into detail, suffice to say work is dire.  I'm tired of being sad about it and I'm exhausted of being exhausted and there's nothing more to say than that really, other than the end is in sight when I finish this contract at the end of June... Roll on summer!  On the plus side, I've lost my cat...

Week 3 Review; Combatting Blue Mondays & Results

Good morning all!!  So far today, from lying in bed and hammering the snooze button every ten minutes for an hour, to staring at todays work schedule for 40 minutes and deciding I'd rather go on twitter instead, I have been trying to convince myself that the Monday Blues are simply a matter of attitude.

What are Monday Blues?  Monday Blues are an occasional and unwelcome aspect of Monday mornings, they are variable in content but their component parts usually consist of; regretting I didn't have enough 'fun' on the weekend, regretting I didn't do enough admin to make the week run smoothly, dreading the long haul until the next weekend and feeling a bit sick at the prospect of all the work that needs to be done between now and then.  Monday Blues have evolved from Sunday Blues when the b/f managed to convince me that Sunday Blues are a waste of the weekend and infringe on precious relaxation time.  The Blue slipped out of Sunday and took up residence on Monday morning instead.

First Gold Star

I have my first Dukan Gold Star.  Awarded by me, to me - well done me!!

Do you think it's chocolate under the foil?

It's was awarded for courage in the face of danger.  By danger I mean cheese, butter, sausages, sugar, ice-cream, high running emotions and peer pressure.  Phew.

Psychological Progress and Dining Out Anxiety

Hello there! Long time, no blog.  In my defence I have been pretty ill - not seriously ill, but just frustratingly coldy, watering eyes, both nostrils totally blocked, dry skin and exhausted.  Added to which I have been massively busy with work as well.  I work three contracts at the moment and the one that needs most work and I enjoy least is coming up to it's deadline - so hooray it'll soon be over, but boo, I still have loads of work to do.

ATTACK! Day 4 & 5

So on day 4 I felt quite dizzy in the morning, I'm sure it's not lack of fluid, man I have been drinking a lot! I think my body (and mind) must be having protein fatigue.  Honestly, I'm still so new to this diet that I still catch myself unawares with things like, "oh, I'll just have an apple... dammit."  However, the weight is still coming off, so I can't complain too much.  I should be down 6lbs at the end of attack, can't wait!!

Bye-Bye Bread; Attack Day 1

"Do you want to do a special last meal?" That's why the b/f kept asking and I said "No, I don't want to make a big thing about it..."

Anyway, because I had initially wanted to start Dukan about a week ago but put it off until today, inevitably I had some time and stomach room over the weekend to reflect on that choice.

Secrets & Shame

I don't know if anyone else has the same thing I do about weight loss?  I find I can't tell people I'm on a diet, I totally freeze up in a way that a Victorian might if you tried to discuss sex!  If I try to broach it the words just get stuck in my mouth!  I have been reading through Dr D's book and I think he captured it for me:

People do not become overweight by accident.  The pounds you have gained that you now want to get rid of are a part of you that you deny, but a part that is a reflection of your nature, of your psychology and, therefore, of your identity

KEEP READING FOR FATTY CONFESSIONS...

Lazy

Goodness it's cold in London today.

Just a wee update for this morning.  I thought I'd explain why the blog is called "Anything Dukan Do" and yes, it is totally because I am planning on doing the Dukan Diet!  I haven't got there yet - the book and bathroom scales I ordered in still in the post and I want to get prepared before entering the attack phase.  The title though is to goad me; do you remember the song? Anything you can do, I can do better, I can do anything better than you....  Ahhh, silly I know, but I long for the day I can pull off a red ball gown and not look like a telephone box.  I sort of what to compete with the fat girl inside of me, the one who gives up and says not to care, I will do better than her!