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KIKI'S DIET DIARY: “WTF, HAVE I SERIOUSLY GAINED WEIGHT?”
Okay, I have officially completed my first NewFysic diet week. What all started very neatly with an apple day (read here), ended in a week full of, eh, indulgences. And I was doing so well, damn.
On Monday, I ate more apples in 24 hours than I had in the past month, Tuesday whole grain pasta with shrimp and lemon from the recipe book, and Wednesday turbo power wraps with tuna and capers. In the afternoon, I devoured a well-filled salad, some crackers with cream cheese and pickles, or a cup of yogurt. As a snack, an orange or a handful of dates. I was really doing damn well. And on Thursday, everything went completely wrong. Together with my friend Hajar, I had a busy day ahead. I found out: there is truly nothing worse than going into a hundred meetings while dieting. I choose scrambled eggs with salmon during the breakfast appointment at half past nine and ask the waiter to leave out the bread #bestproud. Although the portion of eggs is actually a bit too large, I finish it all.
“Well, I did gulp down a bowl of quinoa salad that has fatty cheese in it that I actually shouldn't eat.”
In the afternoon, we rush to a new perfume launch by Bruno Banani. It turns out there is an extensive lunch included. Oh crap. I eat half of the pumpkin soup, don't squeeze the olive oil from the pipette that came with it (duh), and leave my goat cheese sandwich and wrap untouched. I did gulp down a bowl of quinoa salad that has fatty cheese in it that I actually shouldn't eat. But hey, sometimes you have to improvise #stillprettyproud.
Then we move on to the new SS16 salon show of River Island, where they have red velvet cookies in the shape of an ice cream. Is this day going to get damn MUCH harder? Don't ask me how, but I resist. I grumpily eat the cherry tomatoes that are in my bag. And then, as if all the misery comes out in the evening, everything goes wrong. We ended up at the restaurant opening of Jansz, a new hotspot in the 9 Streets. We get 14 courses of shared dining. This is not going well. I eat fatty but oh so delicious burrata, and almost all the other courses that follow. Oh, and I grab a few fries. And taste (four!) desserts. Add a few glasses of red, white, and vodka to that, and the indulgence feast is complete.
“And Kiki, did the dieting go well this week?”
The next day I have to go to the dietitian for my weekly Obese weigh-in (that's what I like to call it. Sounds wonderfully dramatic and is a good stick behind the door). “And Kiki, did the dieting go well this week?” “Uh, yes. Almost completely, uh, except for a restaurant opening.” The machine calculates a number that I don't think I'm going to be very happy about. “Did you drink alcohol by any chance?” she asks me. “Okay, shame. Yes. Wine. Vodka. Actually too much of everything.” “Hmm yes, I see it. Nothing really happened. You weigh the same as last week.” I look at the scale and see that I am even 0.2 kilos HEAVIER. “But don't let this discourage you, okay? Just be a bit stricter this week.” Well, damn. That one day of indulgence, seriously?? And I even went to the gym twice for an hour and a half to make my body Sylvie Meis-proof. I walk out of the place lightly grumbling. This week we are going to be REALLY strict.
Written by: Kiki Düren
