This morning began with an air of reluctant optimism. The sunshine outside our bedroom window helped enormously as I hauled myself straight out of bed at 06.30 into healthy- fodder- and- green- goddess mode. Diet day 1 and the first day of Slimshady lady.
Having already spent several days looking through motivational magazines and websites, I had pre-emptively ordered in gallons of fat free yogurt and fruit (more attractively labelled ‘Sports Candy’ on some children’s programmes I see). In order to keep myself bright in mood and sprightly by foot throughout this hopeful transformation, I’ve also made a diet chart containing pointers on all good foods and which meals they should be used for. This coupled with positive power phrases dotted as far around the kitchen as the eye can see, surely must do the trick somewhere along the line.
My chart sits across the freezer door in my kitchen, silently jeering at me as I set about making my ultra healthy, fat free, sugar free breakfast. First up is boiled water with a slice of lemon to cleanse the system and prepare the palate for food. Looking at the sad little yellow slice in my watery mug, I suddenly have a flash back to my childhood when visits to my uncle’s house in the country always concluded with a cup of ‘Lift’ lemon tea and garlic sausage baguettes. As idyllic as it was, sharing picnics with the fam bam under the weeping willow, Uncle never seemed to have anything else in his cupboards….. ever. I decide that now is not a good time for all that garlic sausage to come back and haunt me, so on I plough with my ‘mixed summer fruit and fat free yogurt’ breakfast. Though I hate to say it, it looks and tastes absolutely lovely with a smattering of Canderel ‘pretend sugar’ over the top. Maybe I can actually pull this thing off before the summer after all!
With a characteristically hectic day ahead of me, I try to forget about food, diet, hang-ups, weight or anything at all to do with aesthetics and crack on throughout the morning. As usual, my writing is interspersed with two toddler people of the boy variety dancing all over my laptop, paperwork, table, chair and keyboard. I spend most of my time breaking off to read ABC’s or build blocks momentarily, take a few calls then back to the reports and stories. Gone are my mid-morning biscuits, favouring more lemon and water instead and by lunchtime I’m already fairly worn out but pious.
For the rest of the day my office is shambolic; there are kids flying in and out of the house on Easter egg hunts, football practice jaunts, playdates and goodness knows what else. Lunchtime is a quick egg and avocado salad, whilst dinner is hummus, carrot sticks and rice cakes. That’s all I have time for, but at least it keeps my jeering chart happy and I could be 1/10 of a lb lighter by the end of the day if I’m lucky.
As I flop into bed, worn out but happy with my progress for day1, I wonder what exercise I can build in to the Easter holidays with the older boys…. Cycling? Swimming? Skating? Bowling? I have some ideas, but more suggestions on here or my Tess Egerton facebook page will be hugely welcomed!