The rules: I will drop all the fatty, cakey, sugary, creamy things that should be rare treats.
The results: Hopefully I will also drop kilos.
The small print: Exceptions = I won’t beat myself up if I stumble. I will allow quiche, an occasional dark chocolate treat, a small slice of birthday cake (without cream), and a little something on a special outing.
The doctor’s advice: As my overall cholesterol and fasting glucose have slightly increased I should limit my consumption of bad fats and cut my alcohol consumption by quite a bit. (More on these things in other posts.)
The exercise physiologist’s advice: I need to build my muscle and lose a bit of weight by limiting the bad foods and doing regular exercise.
The progress Day 1 to Day 3:
Preparing the drink had all ritual worthy of a tea ceremony. Dripping ice water over a sugar cube which rests on a silver sugar cube holder specially designed for this purpose, the absinthe changes colour. Sip. Add more water. Nibble a sweet treat. Chat. Sip some more. The alcohol and wormwood works it’s magic.
Edited to add: I just realised I have also not eaten any of the rich, beautiful vanilla ice-cream that I bought and is sitting in the freezer. Nor have I eaten pudding. Can I convey how much I love pudding? I was going to make several this week, and bought the ice cream to go with puddings, but haven’t cooked them. Though I could murder a decadent sticky date pudding or a self-saucing chocolate pudding. Mmmmm.