Despite all the ups and downs over the last 21 days, one thing has remained consistent.

I have stuck to the programme 100%.
I have not deviated in any way.
I have not cheated.
I have consumed 4 foodpacks daily.
I have drunk at least 4 litres of water daily.
I have not tasted one crumb of conventional food.

I have not let myself down this time

Enough of the shameless self congratulations already

Back to the blog.....Day 18 (Saturday)
After a bit of a low start, it turned out to be a very chilled-out nice day!
The good thing about these tempestuous mood swings is that they seem to be relatively short lived.
Made a yummy (so I was informed) chicken curry for the family and felt fairly detatched from the food. The smells emanating from the pot was the trickiest part, but the effects were fleeting.

Nicholas Cage of course did not let the side down on Saturday night. The Weather Man was a triumph!. It kinda made up for the shameful assortment of balderdash that I have had the displeasure to endure recently.
The man has it all.

Day 19
ooh went to Tesco's to do the weekly shop with hubby and middling daughter.
I had read about a lady who cried her eyes out all the way around the supermarket while she was on the plan....so I was a bit wary

It was fine.

Like choosing furniture.

Dull if anything, but the experience certainly did not evoke feelings of deprivation or despair.
I was glad about that.

Day 20 ~~~~~~~ back on the rollercoaster of turmoil

I just don't understand where the rage comes from.

I was completely fine all day. The diet is now very routine and really had no negative thoughts about it during the day.
My husband strolled in from his day at work very relaxed and happy.....not for long
I had prepared pork earlier in the day, marinated it in Hoi-Sin sauce and made a stir-fry.

I did this because I wanted to.

But, suddenly my brain interpreted his relaxed demeanour to mean that he somehow unappreciated or took my cullinary efforts for granted. Coupled with an ongoing personal situation that we currently have which bubbles to the surface at any given opportunity, the result wasn't pretty

I ended up in my place of solitude ~ the bath
Had a weep.
We made our peace.
I am genuinely sorry and ashamed for these outbursts, but I guess even if we are not consciously aware of inner frustrations it does not mean that they are not there.

Now I am again worrying about the weigh-in