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KIKI'S DIET DIARY: DID I REALLY SCREW IT UP SO BADLY?!

“How nice, Venice! I understand that dieting can be difficult. But just make the best of it! Just take your fat blockers and whole grain crackers with you?” said my NewFysic dietitian. Man, yes, I can say it out loud: I totally screwed it up. But I did enjoy it. And that's what life is about, right?

Okay, let's skip the bullshit, I've just gained weight again. This while I worked so incredibly hard to lose three kilos of ‘excess Kiki’ last month. And after four days in Italy, I'm almost a kilo heavier. Sure, it could be worse, but still. Gained weight is gained weight. Seriously not cool. But I just couldn't resist all those delicious pizzas, pastas, and risottos. Hello, there was truffle. There was olive oil. White, soft bread. Stinky, melting, soft gorgonzola. Too much red wine. How CAN a person still focus on a diet in a country like fucking Italy? That's just a kamikaze mission, I swear.

If we were to go back five hundred years in time, I would be the weirdo in the village that everyone could yell ‘boohoo!’ at and throw rotten tomatoes at. Self-pity everywhere. The crackers, apples, and kiwis were really in my suitcase, but they also came back to Amsterdam untouched. The apple was bruised, the crackers were broken, and there was a sad little kiwi juice in my suitcase, which emphasized ‘the failure’ even more...

On one hand, I think: I really can't do this at all. I practically BREATHE pasta. And on the other hand, picking yourself up is the strongest thing you can do right now. Therefore: back straight, to the supermarket for cauliflower, sugar snap peas, endive, and the misery that comes with it. Then just an extra round of running this week...