Day 4

W: 163.8. Progress. Sort-of.

Breakfast
-- 1 fried egg with mustard (100)
-- 1 cup elderflower cordial (30)
-- Small plum (20)

Lunch
-- Diet Coke (1)
-- 2 soy espresso frappuccinos (x)
-- Bite of a pastrami sandwich (~30)

Dinner
Salad:
-- 1/2 lettuce (7)
-- "Bacon" pieces (100)
-- Caesar dressing (250)
-- Roast chicken pieces (105)

Extras
-- Gum (25)
-- 1 glass champagne (x)

Total: ~668 calories

I had an amazing day up until this evening. I'll start with the good. So it is boiling in London, as I mentioned. In a sort of I-can't-move-too-fast-or-I'll-die kinda way. I got up around 1pm again drenched in sweat. That was pleasant. Anyway, I ended up having a great afternoon. All I had was the egg with mustard and a piece of fruit until 5pm, when I decided I couldn't take the heat anymore and splurged £2.50 on a huge bucket of Diet Coke with ice from Nando's. Okay, it wasn't a bucket, but there was like 750ml of Coke in there. It was so worth it. I sucked the whole thing down and smoked a bunch of cigarettes while talking to Lina on the phone, while we both respectively sweated our asses off from our different locations. Probably for the best because sweaty isn't too hot on fatties, or so I hear.

So then after I'd peed like a racehorse I floated down to Starbucks to meet Caro and Tina. When I say floated, I mean to say I literally dream-walked in a foggy haze for about ten minutes because a) I was very hungry but ignoring it (note-to-self: don't mention The Diet to friends) and b) it was probably about thirty degrees outside. Again. Anyway, I cooled down internally after consuming the Starbucks (icy, creamy, caffeine-laden goodness - thank the Lord for not counting coffee calories because I most definitely needed those frappuccinos. Or so I'm telling myself...).

That was all great. We had a mega catch-up, a much needed conversation about how our respective lives had been going. I haven't seen Caro in six months. She looked like a goddess, as always. We went to Tesco and I escaped with buying 2 tins of low-cal soup and lettuce while C bought a big pastrami/gherkin/mustard deli sandwich. She offered me a bite and I savoured it, realising this is what the other side now tastes like - heavenly - and I'm not a part of that anymore. A 500-calorie sandwich is now over half my intake.

Everything was fine until I sat down and had dinner with my mum. I don't usually walk around the house half naked but I was in my bra and underwear all evening, simply because it was too damn hot. Then as we were sitting on the sofa with a glass of bubbly each she starts talking about the gym thing - how it'll be great for me to get fit, and get "back into shape". I paused and asked her if she thought I looked overweight. Her response? "You could lose a few pounds. Especially on your legs."

Well, if there were ever any doubt before, now I'm certainly not eating those all-butter croissants I glimpsed downstairs in the bread bin.

>.<

I'll have legs like these before you know it.