Another New Beginning

It's Sunday 28 May, 12 days after I last posted.
I've never been very good at sticking with things (apart from bad things such as procrastinating, watching too much tv and eating too many chewy sweets of course)and this blog was going to be a consistent record of a pivital point in my life where I morph from a big fat moth into a delicate shimmering butterfly.

However, the struggle to actually get onto the blasted Lighter Life diet upon which I pinned so many hopes has been much larger than ever anticipated. If you were of an paranoid nature you might even think events and people were consipiring against me to keep me rotund! Most people would have thought that our NHS medical profession would have jumped at a chance to have me lose a lot of weight in a controlled manner in conjunction with counselling to address why I overeat without them having to pay a penny! After a lot of persuing and being let down by various GP Surgery personnel I managed to get an appointment with my usual GP at 9.30am Friday morning who, for the small fee of £60-£85, was going to sign a consent form to allow me onto the LL programme and onto the Slim-Life-Here-We-Come Train!

Then I overslept.

I was absolutely gutted and disgusted with myself. I woke at 10am, half an hour after my appointment and obviously couldn't make it there then. I wept with frustration on the phone to Mr RB who very gallantly rang the surgery to explain and see if he could reschedule but there were no more free appointments. It didn't help that after trying to contact the Lighter Life counsellor to ask when the course was starting as I was having trouble getting the form signed she replied by a short text saying 'day course already open, eve course Thurs 20th June 6pm places very limited'. I texted back 'well can you book me an evening slot please as I'll have the form signed by then. Thanks.' It's 3 days later and she hasn't replied, even though I would have thought that if someone was paying a minimum of £1000 for 14 weeks worth of food and counselling she'd have shown a bit more interest.

Anyway. The upshot is that I had another long think about the whole thing and have come to the conclusion that perhaps I don't need to spend £66 per week plus £60-£85 for the privilege of a doctor acquiescing to the idea. I'm going to have a good go at re-creating a VLCD alongside CBT (ooh, all these acronyms!). We have therefore popped along to good old Argos (!!), purchased some of the finest Whey powder on the market and a shaker and have decided that from tomorrow I shall be eating only these shakes, plus 4 litres of water per day and beginning a course of 'Self Help Cognitive Behavioural Therapy'.

Hmmm...I'm not convinced either, but I'm going to give it a good go and do my damndest. I'm most worried about the carb cravings that I know I'm going to experience really strongly due to the vast amounts of carbs I consume each day. Hence the cheese on toast & Tea with milk Last Supper (see pic). I'll write more tomorrow to explain further and let you know how the first day went, but wish me luck! xxx