Fighting the Flab: Week 2
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It is only week 2 and I feel guilty. Really guilty. I knew sticking to a strict diet was going to be hard but I didn't brace myself for the worst of it. Let me elaborate, dear reader: Sunday 8th December: I caved. Yes, I admit I sneaked a trip out to McDonalds with my friend, Rachel. I craved beef (ironically) and ordered two cheese burgers, fries and to top it all off, one large strawberry milkshake. For five full minutes I felt amazing, like heaven, like I was on cloud nine - only better. Then I felt guilty. In one instant, my whole life collapsed. For the rest of the night I didn't eat a thing. Overall? I feel grubbier than Kerry Katona's kitchen work surfaces. Monday 9th December: I salivate whenever I walk past a bakery, a chipshop, or the delhi. This must be how Clare from Steps must feel whenever she goes back on one of her diets. Of course, I'm trying to maintain some of my willpower. But what could hurt, if I just sneak a cream cake? I won't though I promise! But the thoughts still pulsate through my mind. Instead I choose to snack on large rice cakes. My only snacks and to make up for the McDonalds I gorged on yesterday I work out that I could eat almost 67 rice cakes to equal Ronald McDonald. Why do people do this? It's torture!
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