Today is a brand new year and that means it is the day that my new eating plan starts and hopefully my weight loss gets a fucking serious kick in the arse.
My flabby arse needs a serious full body overhaul. I want to feel comfortable in my clothes, I want to go into those pretty trinket shops without worrying that my wide-arse hips are going to knock all the expensive nicknaks downs. I really don't want to look like a pale pork sausage anymore.
Did you know?A person can survive by sucking the juice from a wet mitten.
Anyhoover, I am starting with a liquid diet of raw fruits and veggies for 5 days and then on to the Attack Phase of the Dukan Diet. I'm all organised and keen to get going with this new eating plan. My mind has been ready for this for 3 weeks or so. I'd say wish me luck but I don't need luck only hard work from my side and willpower to stick this one through. My mind is in the right place and ready to see the kilos drop off on my newly purchased twinkling trendy bathroom scale.
I went shopping yesterday for fruits and veggies and came back with a new digital scale and The Dukan Diet Life Plan book.
Don't worry about this fat. I'll fuck off soon enough. With any luck, if I loose 2kg a week, you'll be completely rid of me in aboot 9 months.