It's now August and I have totally abandoned the PD. Well, the Dukan version, anyway. If I had any readers I would make a point of how the Dukan diet DOES WORK. It works really well. It just doesn't work for me, because I like fat and carbs. And chocolate. I also had to give it up because I went away for a week and had no control over what I ate. That isn't a cop out, but fact. Breakfast was cooked by nuns, and lunch and dinner were provided by sponsors who think kids only love chicken fingers and pizza. So PD went out the window, but I have not lost my desire to feel better in clothes.
I'm still hoping to get to a comfortable size 4 and look lean, but I am trying the more traditional French route-- full fat, lots of vegetables, yogurt, and skipping meals when I've over-indulged. And movement. Namely the stairmaster and treadmill and some yoga. I will try to focus less on weight on more on sizes and measurements.
So as of 45 minutes ago:
Bust- 37 1/2 inches
Waist- 35 inches (ouch)
Hips- 38 inches
Thigh- 20 inches (what?!)
BR pant size- 8. I can squeeze into a 6, but I totally get a muffin top.
And my weight? 130 pounds.
I've eaten like a pig today, or at least it feels like it. As best I can remember, I've had 3 pieces of French bread with butter (two with jam), nabe yake udon, a peach, a soft-boiled egg, a brownie, 2 lattes... I think that's it?
Nowhere near enough vegetables. Or water. Or protein. Tomorrow will look better. Right?
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