Most people find the early days of a diet the hardest, but I was so fired up with enthusiasm in the early weeks – and the results were so immediate – that I had no problem at all sticking to the regime.
Now I seem to have struck the doldrums. My weight isn't budging at all (cosmic payback for my excesses in Burgundy perhaps) and, far from being close to being able to jog right around the park (as James promised I would by the end of March), I'm struggling to make it halfway round – a point I reached almost a fortnight ago. I feel I've let him down as well as myself.
Add to that the fact that I've now lost just enough weight to start being able to wear clothes I enjoy wearing, and it's not surprising my willpower's wearing thin (even if I'm not wearing any thinner).
The only thing encouraging me to stick at it at the moment (at a time when all around me are eating chocolate Easter eggs) is Mark, who's started to refer to me as the 'slinky minx'. That and the fact that I'm so stubborn that I'll be damned if I'm going to be put off now.
The French have an expression: 'reculer pour mieux sauter', to take a step back in order to take a better leap fowards. I hope that's what's going on now.
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