#dietprobs

[wheresyourhousekeysteph]

I have the sweetest man ❤️ #althoughicanteatthis #dietprobs

[pseudofit-blog]

I joked about the turkey ham thinking that was the worst part of this sad microwaveable egg fold. But then it got worse. Much worse.

[pseudofit-blog]

Came back home after house sitting for a week and a half and this was just staring me in the face. I didn’t yell this time. Just grabbed my creamless coffee and walked away slowly. Ps: My phone autocorrected creamless to dreamless. Pps: That may be more realistic of a description of my coffee.

[understanding-nothing]

2kg from competition goal weight and I can’t be arsed with this shredding anymore.. what is life..

[katie-089-blog]

Weigh in day & sugar refeed ❤️

Well today was weigh in day... 2lbs off! Wahoo Today was no cardio as leg day 💪🏼 food today:- 7.30am - oats, protein & almond milk 10.30am - tuna salad 1.30 - steak salad 4.30 - protein shake 6pm - chicken and salad 7-8.15pm - GYM sugar cheat ... This was lovely! I got 250g carbs but I could only eat 200g... Let's see how much I put on tomorrow 😩

[serendipitousssss]

Treated myself to pasta and it felt so good lol

[muchadobowtnothing-blog]

Diet Probs of a Bridesmaid-To-Be

The sun is calling me outside to the beer garden. To BBQ. To eat drink and be merry but alas this is not to be. Three months time sees me a bridesmaid, walking down the aisle in front of my sister the bride…so I find myself in full on diet mode which slightly dampens the delightful weather. I say slightly. I mean a lot. A fuck of a lot.

A drive past the local pub observing those sipping a pint or glass of Prosecco whilst engaging in small talk results in pangs of envy, followed by an array of colourful language as I blame some ‘tosser’ for my near miss of driving up the arse of his car as I space out. Daydream. Wish I was negotiating the cobbles in my heels to join alfresco .

A trip to the shops to buy dinner for my daughter, because although I wish I didn’t have to look at food I’m obligated as her Mother to feed her, is torture. My mouth waters as my stomach screams for pate, cheese and chicken that still has its skin. While I cook her a dinner including carbs, the salivating continues as I explain we are eating different food because I am making an effort to be more ‘healthy’ and I am most certainly not on a ‘diet’. At the tender age of just 12 she is already image conscious beyond her years, faced daily with media opinion of what is deemed ‘ideal’….‘hair goals’ ‘body goals’. What happened to ‘career goals’ ‘life goals’? So I bite my tongue and nod convincingly when she asks if I’m enjoying my chicken salad. No dressing. No salt.

A trip to the gym is depressing as fuck too. Reduced calorie intake equals less energy which equals a pissed off me; I don’t feel my fitness levels are anywhere near their optimum. But how could they be? Who ever heard of an athlete who trained on 500 calories a day? 500 cals. No carbs. Water and black coffee.

So while I sit here, type, moan, contemplate what a hypocrite I am preaching to my child about making healthy choices, I wonder is it worth it? Is suppressing every single last food craving worth it for one day as bridesmaid.…I’m not the bride after all! Who gives a shit what I look like? Well I give a shit. My motivation which has lacked the past year is now in overdrive and fuck yeah it’s worth it. When the bridesmaid dress fits and I’m comfortably back in size 12 jeans minus muffin top, I’ll be happy….‘bridesmaid goals’ ‘jeans goals’ ‘weight goals’ 😝 xxxxx