In the scheme of things, numbers (weights) don’t really mean a hell of a lot. I get that, I like photographic evidence, the visuals.
So here we go: on the left in May, and on the right was taken yesterday (please excuse how awful I look, I’m sick and had been cleaning/packing all day).
I started the Dukan diet on June 11th, and included in that timeframe I’ve enjoyed non-Dukan-friendly birthday celebrations (including wine), a cheeseburger and an almond Magnum. So realistically it’s been about 10 days of proper Dukaning.
I realise it’s not a huge difference, and most probably wont see it – but to me, I see myself daily and I can see it. These photos are the little pep talk I need sometimes to keep myself motivated. That’s precisely what has happened. I was starting to get bored, but now I’m just excited.
I’ve also been hearing great things about The 4-Hour Body, it is (in parts) similar to Dukan but somehow not as strict. I’m going to have a read through of it, as I feel you can never have too much knowledge – but I also know that Dukan is working for me, and when something works, you stick at it.
Last night I attended a pot luck dinner (so 90′s of us, I know) with a bunch of amazing friends that I don’t see often enough. At first I was struck with the “WTF am I going to take that’s Dukan friendly?”. I ended up making rosemary meatballs (delish!!). But while catching up with these hilarious boys and girls and listening to their latest life updates – one gem was the travelling prosthetic ass to Samoa – I found myself nibbling on a piece of banana and honey loaf, and a teeny square of feijoa Louise cake. Both beautifully baked, but of course not Dukan friendly at all. I felt so bad afterwards and guzzled down a cup of Chai tea to make myself feel better.
Post 90′s pot luck fun, we were all heading out to our cars when we noticed this dazzling certificate on my windscreen.
It even has the right date on it!! Of course we all burst into hysterics on the driveway. Why didn’t they knock on the door and say something?? Seriously, those people must own a tank if they could not fit past my car.
To end on a high note, this morning I weighed myself again, I’m back in the 70′s! YEAH BABY.
I haven’t pooped in four days. I mean, we all know girls don’t poop anyway – instead a fairy visits, waves her magic wand and all is restored within the body. I HAVE HAD NO FAIRY VISIT!
I was warned of this, and my mum would be horrified to read this if she frequented my blog – but she doesn’t, and I’ve discussed everything else here, so why not.
The special tea is not helping.
Tomorrow I’m allowed vegetables again, it’s Cruise Phase, people! I can not believe how excited I am for some fresh vege! Of course, re-introducing vegetables to my diet means a high chance of the fairy stopping by for a visit.
There shall be broccoli! Lots of it.
Still feeling fantastic! I weighed in this morning and discovered a 600g loss. At first I was unimpressed by this, but then Ryan reminded me that it had only been two days and that if I keep losing at that rate it would be 2.1kg by the end of the week. This is a bloody good point. I relaxed.
Last night I whipped up the Portuguese chicken. Uh-may-ZING! I added extra chilli because I like things with a bite! I can see this one being a firm favourite. I recommend it to all, even those not on the Dukan diet.
- 4 skinless chicken breast fillets or 8 skinless chick drumsticks (I used chicken thighs)
- Juice of half a lemon
- Juice of half a lime
- 2 cloves garlic, finely chopped
- 2 teaspoons crushed chillies
- 1teaspoon paprika
- 1 teaspoon oregano
- ¼ cup cider vinegar
- Salt and black pepper
Place the chicken, chillies, garlic, lemon juice, paprika, oregano and vinegar in a bowl and mix together. Season with salt and black pepper. Let the chicken marinade in the fridge over night if possible.
To cook the chicken, they recommend barbecuing, which yes would be amazing in summer – but not so much in winter. Therefore I oven baked mine (at 180*C) for 40-50 minutes to ensure they were cooked all the way through.
Once cooked, squeeze the juice of half a lime and sprinkle the finely chopped parsley over the chicken and serve.
Tip: This dish goes well with plain yoghurt.
Tonight I’m cooking steak. Because, my God, I’ve eaten a lot of chicken the last couple of days.
It’s day two of the Attack Phase and I feel fantastic. Although, I’m already getting a little sick of cream cheese. Ick. It’s just so bloody versatile! This morning’s breakfast of oat bran pancakes + smoked salmon + cream cheese + a light sprinkle of dill was heavenly, with a long black of course. Thank God you’re allowed coffee.
Last night when I got home I tried out the Oat bran cookie recipe.
But yeah, ugh. I was expecting CRUNCH. No such luck. They were like sweet, eggy, vanilla ickyness. I even added cinnamon – it didn’t help. I was all excited for a sweet “treat” with my cup of tea, but no. The only way to make them crunchy is to add more oat bran, but then you need to be careful not to go over your daily limit. So in conclusion I wouldn’t bother. Instead stick to a pot of fat free vanilla yoghurt, much more satisfying!
Last night’s chicken breast stuffed with cream cheese (it’s everywhere!), basil and garlic and then wrapped in bacon (rind and fat removed because you’re technically not allowed bacon) was a total success. Although mum is convinced I’m going to die of a heart attack. She’s a baby of the 50s and believes in “all things in moderation”. While I totally agree with her, I’m trying to lose weight, moderation can kick in when I’m maintaining my weight.
Tonight I’m going to try this Portuguese chicken recipe as I’m in the mood for something with a kick of flavour. Although I will be baking it in the oven, it’s really not barbecue weather.
I can see how this diet works. I am craving vegetables. Forget chocolate, forget creamy mashed potatoes. Right now what I want is a huge bowl of steamed broccoli with a large rocket salad on the side. Bring on Friday!!!