Tomorrow I begin my third week of serious calorie restriction, you guys. Which is why I’m writing this with a delicious peaty Scotch in my hand. I know. My trainer is going to KILL me. But that’s it. I’m back on and truly committed to my lunches of gluten-free miso soup and cucumbers for the rest of the week. Do you see how sad that is? This is why I’m drinking Scotch right now.
Booze (and maybe steak) is kind of the biggest cheat one could have on this diet. After all, my other cheat happened last week and it looked like this -
Yep, my Friday night dinner cheat was a salad with roasted vegetables, not steamed. You know what? It was totally delicious. I loved it, and wanted to marry it. And it was super simple. I just threw a bunch of vegetables on a baking sheet with olive oil, salt, and pepper and roasted them up. A simple vinaigrette on the mixed greens and roasted vegetables dangling all over the leaves.
Who AM I?
I’ll tell you. I’m someone who still doesn’t think — no matter how good this looks — that gluten-free quinoa pilaf is an acceptable meal. See?
Fine. Here are the pros of the reset diet: I do kind of feel good. I mostly feel good when my husband is all, “You’re going to eat a steak soon,” but still I think the lack of coffee (or rather the dramatic decrease in coffee) has made me less anxious. And therefore more able to tolerate this crazy diet.
One more week, people. One. More. Week.