There is an aroma of déjà vu about it all. How many times, I wonder, have I kicked off a diet? Each time thinking that this one will be the last; that this one will be successful. Soon I will be svelte. And happy. Of course.
My parents arrived on the weekend and tomorrow my father commences treatment for Merkel Cell Carcinoma. Twenty-five treatments over five weeks. As I mentioned in my last post, his radiotherapy will be in the evening so my brother (his wife) and I can accompany my parents to and from the nearby hospital. I am on duty this first week and at some point over the past few days I told my mother of my plan to use the fact that I will be busy in the evening to address my unmotivated dieting behaviour.
My mother – understandably worried about my weight and the impact it has on my life – has been encouraging. She is happy to organise separate meals for her and my father so that when I arrive home from work I need only have something quick and easy (and devoid of carbohydrates) before heading off to the hospital. Presumably I will also refrain from indulging once home after treatments.
Although the treatments and evening outings start tomorrow night, today is Monday so obviously the diet had to start the moment I crawled out of bed this morning.
My initial plan (as per my last post) was to rely on meal replacement shakes, but I am not altogether sold on this idea. As a coeliac there is only one brand here in Oz that I can drink and they are higher in calories than I would like. I could – for example – have a chicken breast and some vegetables for the same caloric intake and it would probably be as nutritionally balanced as the shakes. So, my plan is a tad more flexible… I am just going low-carb. Or as close to no-carb as possible.
Today, for example (because I was unprepared) I had no-fat yoghurt for breakfast. Then salad for lunch (some veges and chicken, with a sprinkling of low fat cheese). I will have chicken or beef and veges for dinner. And then – thank god – day one will be over. My biggest challenge is always the first few days. Once I am in the groove (and feeling virtuous) it is far more manageable.
I am conscious that this kind of diet is a quick fix. I am telling myself that I will try to stick to it (or do as well as possible) until Christmas and then ease off without regaining all of the weight I have lost (assuming I lose a bit). Perhaps then I will switch back to calorie-counting or Weight Watchers. (Note that even I realise I am not being completely realistic about this and am slightly embarrassed at my pie-in-the-sky aspiration in this respect!)
Of course I haven’t yet decided if I will completely forsake alcohol. I had also thought I would be a bit more flexible on weekends (and I still have baby potatoes in my refrigerator crisper). I am also not sure how I will cope once my parents go to my brother’s next week and I am left to my own devices. Unsupervised. Accountable to no one… other than myself of course. Hmm… look how that has turned out in the past!