To cook or not to cook

I love baking, I love preparing for parties, but I can't stand the day to day drudgery of cooking the evening meal.

It occurs to me that one of the strongest motivations for staying on the Commando programme is that if I go off it, I'll probably have to go back to cooking dinner again.

I'm staying on the programme.




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Fighting the Demon

I could kick myself. In fact, I need to.


I’ve lost my focus. I’m off the rails.

I’m still eating everything my Commando prepares for me. But I find myself adding stuff - quantities of stuff. Chocolate stuff. Almond stuff. Not good stuff.

I hate that the ‘eat what I want’ demon is still inside me even after 12 weeks of good, wholesome eating. I hate that even though I feel SO MUCH BETTER when I’m eating healthily, the demon is still feeding me stuff that makes my head hurt and my stomach gurgle. I hate that I’ve proved to myself that I can follow a plan and lose weight, yet here I am distracted by the demon and off the plan, not losing weight.

I hate that I can’t seem to kick that demon to the curb.

But I’m not giving up.

I don’t know what feeds the demon, but I’m determined that it won’t be me.

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Day one

Ring ring, ring ring.

“Hello?”



“Honey, it’s me.”



“Hey now! How did you enjoy lunch?”



“Well, ah, that’s what I’m calling about… I think I left half of it at home?”



“Did you pick up the embarrassing orange and green lion lunchbox out of the fridge?”



“Yeah, but that’s all I picked up. It’s only got some rocket, a tin of tuna and one slice of wholemeal bread in it.”


“Yep. That’s lunch.”


“That’s it?”


“That’s it. Oh, there was supposed to be a carrot and some tomatoes and a yoghurt, but we didn’t have any of that in the fridge so I left it out.”


“Oh. Ah, okay. Um, thanks sweetie. I really appreciate you taking control of the food situation. Are you, um, going shopping tonight? To get some, you know, supplies in?”


“Of course I am. See you at home for dinner.”


“Yeah, I really, really, really can’t wait for dinner.”

Enter Commando

I realised I was struggling to stay on my healthy track so I've brought in The Commando.

LOML.

He will officially be taking over my diet when I return to work on Monday. He will be packing me a breakfast and lunch to take to work (I can't do food straight after waking!). He will be either cooking the dinner or telling me exactly what to cook. I think we are following the CSIRO diet, but I'm not sure and I don't want to know.

It's like Jenny Craig but with exclusive exercise options!!

Today I also want to thank Diminishing Lucy just for being there. 

A little daily reminder that time passes, regardless...

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