True Confessions Of A Foodie On A Diet: Week 6

I’ve received a lot of support as I embarked on my diet six weeks ago. All that support is what makes this difficult:  I’m up one pound. Yes, I gained a pound since my last entry.

Today, as I write, I feel disgusted with the choices I’ve made and have thus sunk into a mild form of diet depression. I drank excessively while friends were in town, and now that the party dust has settled, I feel horrible. My body is sluggish today as it recovers from a week-long bender with my best friend. And while it’s not like me to sulk, I really feel like a total idiot today.

Where is my will power? If writing about dieting for the world to read isn’t enough to keep me in line, what will it take?

But the Type-A personality inside me knows I need to find a solution. I alluded to it in week four, but I’m doing it now: The Master Cleanse.

After this week of partying, I feel like my body needs a cleanse. Luckily for me, I have a supportive husband who is willing to undertake the cleanse with me. We are starting on Wednesday, March 17 and are going to do the cleanse for six consecutive days. The first three days will involve easing into the cleanse (the lemon drink along with fruits and veggies) and the final three days will include nothing but lemon-red pepper-syrup water.

I feel like the cleanse is the jump start I need and should have done prior to starting the diet. I didn’t mentally prepare for the diet prior to starting, and now that I’ve hit an emotional low for letting myself, my readers, and my supporters down, this is my re-commitment to healthy eating.

My insides need a bath and I feel like any weight loss from doing the cleanse is just an added bonus. I also feel the need to prove to myself that I can overcome the psychological need to eat, which is what tends to guide my eating rather than the physical need.

I need to prove to myself that I can make a plan and stick with it — even if that means an extreme fast like The Master Cleanse.