Happy & Health
Kiki's diet diary: “OMG, two kilos less fat!”
It's a party. Why? I've been munching on celery, apples, and salad all week (okay, aside from one cheat meal) and I've lost two kilos of excess Kiki. I can only describe this with one word: HOERAAAA. (with actually fourteen A's behind it).
Let me take you back to Friday. My second infamous ‘Obese weigh-in moment’ at NewFysic. The first time I didn't do so well (read here for a moment), but this week everything would be different. I just felt it in everything, the little fats must have decreased. And yes, there it was again, the question: ‘And Kiki, how did healthy eating go this week?“ Thank god I didn't have to lie. I really did my best (hello people, I even convinced my boyfriend to make kale stew with fucking cauliflower instead of potatoes). Vegetables on vegetables, how do you mean badass. With a lean beef tartare instead of fatty smoked sausage. It was a special experience, I must say... But hey, a fat killer: that's for sure. So I didn't have to lie, the scale showed a neat two kilos lighter and I walked out of the building with a big grin. See ya next week.
“I take a fat blocker beforehand and then those two bitterballen and some wines can't hurt anymore (I think...).”
Because Sander joins me on weekends for ‘the moral support’ (where do you find such a gem), it's a lot easier. That he was celebrating his birthday this weekend and found it necessary to empty half the supermarket with crispy snack stuff was less. But hey, I take a fat blocker beforehand and then those two bitterballen and some wines can't hurt anymore (I think...). A person sometimes just has parties and dieting is downright boring. The next day I cut two kiwis with a hangover, run a lap outside, and just go hard again. The vibe feels good. Those two kilos off, despite it being just the beginning, suddenly seems like a hell of a lot.
Normally, I would treat myself to a good piece of chocolate. After all, cocoa is the best remedy for just about everything, you know. So today I brought chocolate to the editorial office. Not to eat (duh), but because I need to share my murdered-fat success with others, this Johnny Doodle chocolate mega cool needs to be smashed with a hammer AND to show that I can be strong. And those cucumber sticks on my desk have become such a part of my life that I'm quite content with them as a snack (although I just heard from Jet that I could buy a whole cucumber, look, I'm learning every day.)
In short: two kilos of fat less, one smile richer. Oh, and I'm really wearing a dress that my upper arms were almost suffocated in three weeks ago. Ha, it fits, IT FITS!
