The egg timer has been ticking away furiously for several days, and with a few arduous weeks of dieting behind me, I have a mere 2 days left to go until target and party time! The extra baggage is nearly gone and whatever will be left on the day will have to be disguised with scaffolding and gaffer tape.
So far I have gone into full starvation mode with the flu, minimalisation mode with soup and fruit, a huge hiccup with some chocolate mousse, and with the home run in sight, I find myself living on pineapple and coffee. Quite why I have landed on this combination I really don’t know, but it’s low fat, tastes nice and fills me up. I have also discovered that diet chocolate bars are the way forward for those naughty moments when the devil is sitting on my shoulder blowing big fat ones at my angel on the other!
I have mused endlessly to friends and family on the pro’s and con’s of dieting; the importance of healthy eating whilst trying to lose weight to a tight deadline. We have spent hours chewing the virtual fat about why ‘us girlies’ take it all so seriously in general and why we allow society’s perceptions of physical appearance to affect us at different points in our lives: some times more important than others.
I have survived a family birthday party without eating enough cake to sink a battle ship and seem to be developing new habits in place of the old bad ones … for instance~ not finishing all the kids leftovers at teatime ( almost before they’ve even decided they’re going to be leftovers !).
Panic is setting in as I can feel the contrary side of me niggling away, just willing me to eat a five course creamy curry for devilment. My dreams have consisted of me chewing marshmallows and waking up with the pillow in my mouth. But the party gear now fits and I have only just over 48 hours left to keep it that way.
I need a blind -fold and a staple gun to get me through to Thursday.
Only 2 days left to go…..can she do it? Yes or no?
© Tess Egerton 2011