I've never understood how people can chomp down on a raw carrot or look forward to eating celery. Both of those, in my opinion are best served in stout, traditional dishes. Pies for example. Or stews. Or, in fact the cabbage soup which has become the focus of my life this week.
I just don't think I'd only eat veg throughout the day*.
Today was always going to be tricky for me. No fruit. Still no meat. No dairy. No bread. Just veg.
Breakfast consisted of cucumber and peppers with black coffee. Dinner? Well the soup, of course, and some more cucumber and peppers. Tea had a spark of variety. Baked potato. some more of the soup and steamed spinach, courgette and broccoli.
So far, so healthy.
The food itself has been fine. But we're in a tricky period, I'm sure all of us would agree. The flotsam and jetsam of festive good still lingers in our kitchen cupboards. I know that if I open one cupboard I will find about 12 Kinder Eggs. Temptation has never been closer. Especially when the editor brings in bag after bag of Christmas food for the newsroom to eat. It's all very kind but it's taking some will power to avoid the treats. Thank goodness I still have coffee! Huzzah!
I also think I'm starting to experience the one familiar problem the diet has. Gas. Guffs. Farts. Trumps. Parps. I've got a sneaking suspicion the cheese will be cut quite a lot this evening. I can only hope they hit their peak before work tomorrow.
Tomorrow I can bring fruit back in. I'll be hitting the apples from early morning.
*Apart from potatoes. I mean you can have chips, waffles, fondant, mash, baked, fried...
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