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.

Week 1 Review of Dukan Diet

So It's not a proper blog today.  I have a heinous cold and am snotted up good and proper.  It is totally the b/f's fault.  I shouldn't have been so nice to him when he was ill and should have made him sleep in the garden shed.  I do take multivitamins but slightly wonder if my resistance would be higher if I'd had some fruit and fresh veggies in the last 6 days...

Me

Anyway, since I'm feeling a bit grim, I thought I'd do a little review of what has happened over week one of the Dukan.

CEASE FIRE, end of ATTACK phase

So attack is finally over. Phew. Honestly, there were moments when it was really hard going but I'm super pleased I persevered.  This morning I weighed in 76.1kg (12 stone) which I am pleased about.  I was meant to be 75.8kg (which would have pushed me into the 11st 13lbs range and psychologically I REALLY want to be not weight 12st something) But I'm not, so oh well. Though that said, I have lost 5lbs, which it what was predicted and I'm not as low as I should be because I was 1lb heavier when I started than when I worked out the calculations.  See the graph below

Day One Down

ATTTTTAAAAAAACK!!! I have to say every time someone says 'Attack Phase' I see this in my minds eye:

So, day one went well...

For those curious to know, I had:

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.