A hard slog


I’m now on my fourth week of dieting, and it hasn’t been getting any easier.

The monotony of the meals is wearing me down, but I can’t quite bring myself to start cooking for one. I opt instead for the same options: the salads, the eggs, the fish that have become my staples. At times I even choose to skip a meal, rather than have yet another tasteless avocado salad. Strangely, I don’t feel hungry.

I sometimes indulge myself and have an orange, or a sesame bar. They momentarily reawaken my taste buds, enough to remind me of the flavors I used to relish and must now forgo in my quest for leanness.

What about results then?

  • Depends on who you ask. According to the scales, I’m well on my way to getting rid of that pesky fat. According to the mirror though, I’m still in square one. Being of a rather gloomy disposition, it’s not hard to guess which of the two I believe. I do not feel lighter, and I do not look lighter.
  • On the flip side my cravings are gone and i can easily go through the morning fasting schedule.

For now I continue to slog away. I do want this to work, but I’m starting to believe that I won’t make it to the finish line.