I've never been one to quit:
Finishing a book that isn't quite the page-turner promised. Finished it!
Learning to play poker just to compete in an other wise all male tournament. Royal Flush - won it!
Not necessarily the biggest of achievements, but you get my gist...why wear the t-shirt when you can actually visit the place?
But then we come to diets and I am exactly the opposite. I just don't seem to have the capacity to commit. Or maybe it's just that I get bored too easily? Or maybe it's because as soon as someone tells me I can't have something, I want that something more than ever? Or maybe it's just because I like my food?
Which is why when it comes to diets I find myself wearing the (plus sized) t-shirt in stead of actually visiting Slimville!
Did you know that from the end of November to 5th January, the average - whatever average may be - person puts on 11lb in weight simply due to too much Christmas cheer? Isn't that an interesting yet useless factoid for you guys - not!
Well, that factoid is where my current dilemma stems from.
For about a month now I have been following the low GI diet. I've felt more full of beans than ever before and I haven't particularly struggled with the usual related hunger pangs. Problem is I don't appear to have lost much weight - though much to his delight, Hubby has and he was only on the diet because he didn't want to cook his own dinners, so it was eat what I eat or starve!
This leads me to ponder whether or not I should quit for the Festive season. After all, if that 11lb increase is inevitable then surely I might aswell enjoy myself, right?