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KIKI'S DIET DIARY: ‘DO YOU KNOW HOW DIFFICULT DIETING IS?’

Oh how terrible, guys. I'm out of it. I'm completely out of the sports mode/diet vibe. While I know that I should have worked hard this week to sweat off those extra Venice kilos. And that hasn't really happened.

One of my dearest friends celebrated her birthday with a red velvet cake from Life of Pie that is to die for (seriously, these chicks pile all the candy they can find onto a cake. Way too delicious. Way too cool.) And besides that, I also had a whole lot to celebrate myself (more on that later, no I'm not pregnant.) In short: I haven't really started dieting.

My biggest problem with dieting is that my life is as irregular as hell. And I live in Utrecht and work in Amsterdam and then I ‘stick’ in the city because I'm having a great time here and don't feel like getting back on the train (I got my driver's license, but driving alone is still a bit of ‘a thing’…). Then I buy all sorts of bad snacks for the road or I just go out to eat and automatically choose dishes that will make my dietitian and my tight summer bikinis cry.

For example, Monday night. Elke and I were representing Amayzine at the premiere of Rokjesdag and had half an hour between interviews to ‘quickly’ grab something to eat. Across from Tuschinski is a Subway. I don't really like Subway, but due to hunger and lack of time, it became Subway anyway. And I take a whole fucking baguette on which a thousand ingredients go. Only after I've finished it do I realize what I've done. W-T-F I have done. And I even pointed out EXTRA ingredients to put on my already exploded sandwich. So I just checked for fun how many calories were in my meal and seriously: I could have just gone to McDonald's...

I totally lamentingly call a friend. “I'm done. I will always be six kilos overweight. I love food too much. And wine.” She sighs. It's the third time I've called this week to complain. “Come on Kiek, you can do this. Do you remember your goal? Looking good on your birthday, in May? Forget that one week when it doesn't go well, pick that shit up now, come on!” My friend is not a personal trainer, but she has quite a few traits of one. Pretty nice.

Anyway, this week I decided to skip the Obese weigh-in out of shame, but next week I really have to face it. Really with exercising and stuff. Three times a week. God, help me.