Kiki's diet diary

Joejoe! Week eight already. Never thought I would say it, but time flies. Two months ago, I decided to completely change my life healthwise. I started working out with Steve, the personal trainer who promised that my body could totally change if I really wanted it. I started thinking before I just stuffed everything in my mouth, and yes, I put alcohol aside for a while.

I mean: January and February are already crap months, so I didn't really feel like I was missing out on anything. The situation now that we are two months further? Hard work pays off. My body feels tight and strong. And, wait a minute, am I seriously fitting into size 36 again? Hell yes. At the editorial office, the first jokes are already being made cautiously. ‘Look, where ARE you? Jesus, what a waist. I can hardly see you anymore!’ And yes, that roll of chocolate cookies is being strategically passed over the desk away from me.

Of course, it’s also a bit intimidating, someone going full throttle towards their goal. Everyone who is trying to lose weight will recognize this feeling at some point. People will start to get a little annoyed with you. Saying things like: ‘But Kiek, isn’t it enough now?’ You can’t do anything about it, but it just happens. I get it. Trust me: I’d also rather be sitting on a terrace with truffle pasta, but that time will come again, friends, I promise. For now, you’ll have to settle for Kiek ordering a salad with grilled vegetables, drinking sparkling water during the Friends of Amstel Live, and bringing her own cauliflower rice to work. That. I. This. Seriously. Write.

The secret to successful dieting? Not thinking about everything like: well, great, I can’t have that anymore. No, you consciously choose not to eat it temporarily because you have a goal in mind. And nothing or no one distracts you from this goal. The funny thing is: I also have to get used to my mindset sometimes and the whole size 36 idea. For the first time, I’m not thinking: help, summer is around the corner, but I’m thinking: fuck yes, bring it on with that bikini.

Oh man, I can still remember that first workout session so well. I could barely move on that treadmill and was sweating like a otter. Almost knocked out after half a minute of running. Seriously, it was just embarrassing. If I’ve learned anything after eight weeks of grinding, it’s that you are so much stronger than you think. It’s all about flipping the switch. Some people can do that alone, I needed Steve for it (seriously, email him at steve@bookyourtrainer.nl if you also want a tight summer body). Tomorrow we’ll have the infamous weighing moment again… Judging by my love handles, it’s about time to buy new underwear. And pants. And dresses.

WOOHOO. WHO’S GOING SHOPPING WITH ME?!