The story of a 27-year old geekgirl's experiment with losing weight the psychological way...

Saturday, April 15, 2006

Day Six

Mike, Katie, Dave and I arrived in Cornwall this afternoon and are now happily installed in our little loft apartment overlooking the North Coast. I’ve just completed my task for today which is to write my goals for this time next year. Easy!

My continuing adventures with hunger psychology are still proving surprising.

We didn’t have quite the right food for supper and decided to venture out for a takeaway. Unusually, despite seeing the nice chicken burgers, kebabs and chips on the board of the cheery old-skool chippy, my eyes and stomach colluded on the choice of a tuna mayo jacket potato. It was genuinely what I felt like eating most and, strangely, was probably the healthiest choice on the board (unless you’re a GI or Atkins nut).

I do feel slightly sick, still, that I’ve had two scoops of icecream today and half a Kinder Bueno bar. Normally this would pass unnoticed and I’d still be craving chocolate, but now it just feels like too much; even slightly gluttonous. How this has evolved from the relatively light range of habit-breaking tasks I’ve followed, I really don’t know.

I’m beginning to get a bit nervous about the tasks I’m supposed to do in stage 2, which begins on Monday. They are designed to change the way I behave and act towards other people. Even though I’m in the ideal safe situation to do it (being with only my best friends for the next whole week) it still fills me with a silly kind of dread. I hope this doesn’t prevent me from completing the course of the No Diet Diet. I suspect this feeling of dread is a sign that the diet really needs to be done, because it’s obvious that I really am trapped within my comfort zone.

Getting nervous about treating people differently – honestly – what a big pansy I am.

Not sure whether there are weighing scales here so charting my progress weight-wise may be difficult over the next few days. I could always brave one of those public weighing machines which announce your sins to the world. (Somebody reading this over my shoulder, who prefers to remain anonymous, has just quipped that this is exactly what I am doing already. Erm… fair point!)

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