It’s D-day. Nothing to do with Remembrance weekend and the war, but Diet Day 1; the first day of reckoning.
I started the day with virtuous intentions ; black coffee, fruit and a large wedge of determination on the side plate for breakfast. The mantra of the morning was ‘four fat-free weeks to freedom, four fat-free weeks to freedom’. Extra zeal was initiated on my morning run; so much so that on pushing myself that extra mile I had to stop at the graveyard for a moment of asphyxiation and felt as though I may end up staying there for good. Clearly, this was ‘first day frenzy’, the novelty of a new exciting challenge and one which I already knew would be wearing off by at least day 3. The ‘no pain , no gain’ philosophy appears so much more attractive when it’s being considered nonchalantly on the sofa of an evening beforehand.. good intentions and all that.
As I stumbled along the driveway back to the house feeling exhausted but most pious,my phone beeped with a diary reminder: ” Dinner Tonight With the Girls; Make Spinach and Ricotta Pies”.
Suddenly my morning of dieting glory turned into a flash of red panic. Firstly , this would inevitably mean lots of amazingly yummy food a la ‘Come Dine With Me’. My diet would be shot to pieces! And it was only day 1! Secondly, I had forgotten to buy the ingredients and would have to fit frantic food shopping into the rest of my crazy day’s diary- pretty sharpish too.
Whizzing into the sitting room to grab a pen, I scooped up the two children and threw them into the car. One was happily munching on a packet of Doritos and thereby occurred my first deadly sin of the day… stress induced snacking. Before I even KNEW what was happening , I’d already stolen a few chips from the bag and with lightening speed , they were demolished and in the tum. Oh dear me. So much for the self discipline already.
On we continued, racing from the supermarket, to the swimming pool for the boys activity (why is it that swimming pool cafe’s always smell of fish fingers??), to soft play and finally back home for me to cook the starter for dinner that night. With all the speedy work to be done , I’d built up even more appetite by 5pm and could have eaten a manky horse between two mattresses once ensconced in my kitchen. Deadly diet sin number 2 was looming menacingly around the next corner. I prepared the starter ready to cook , but the combination of being hungry and locked in the kitchen working proved way too much for me. My temporarily steely resolve was shattered into a million pieces as I absent-mindedly munched on biscuits and cheese whilst pottering from mixing bowl to fridge, pie tin to oven. Without even realising, I had just eaten the equivalent of a cheese board starter and the diet for day one was obliterated already.
Accepting my fate, I decided to go with the flow for dinner and start my resolve again in the morning. Just as well really. The chocolate mousse pudding at ‘dinner evening’ was so evil and delicious in equal measures, no am0unt of running all weekend would have compensated for it’s sheer calorific density.
Oh well, c’est la vie.. lessons learnt from day 1; TRY HARDER TOMORROW (and gaffa-tape my hands together between meals!).
© Tess Egerton 2011