Kiki's diet diary

Joejoe, here is your favorite fitchick back in the house. Or well, I will never become a fitgirl, but a fíttere girl? Bring it on. My lovehandles are ready for it. We are now in the fourth week of The Great Weight Loss Plan and I notice that my little fats are starting to shrink quite a bit here and there. It's getting tighter. YEAHS.

And with progress, it's also nice to look back to really feel the change. For the Oscars of embarrassing sports moments, I hereby nominate that one time when colleague X (you know who you are) and I were planning to go to the gym after work. At 4:00 PM, the whining already starts. “I really don't feel like it, man,” I hear myself say. Sigh, support, puff.

“Come on, Kiek, don't back down, we're going!” she motivates me. There's nothing to argue against. Two hours later, I find myself in a synthetic monkey suit and we trudge together towards the gym. It's drizzling. The cold wind cuts into our cheeks. The closer we get to the gym, the more I wonder why people do this and what exactly is so nice about it. Why would you do things that don't feel natural at all? Who am I bothering if I prefer to camp out on the couch with a roll of Oreos?

We get into a deep conversation along the way. An interesting conversation. Once in front of the gym, I look at her with a gray expression. “A little wine?” I thought I might try one more time. She looks at me with a you-are-not-right look and ten minutes later we order two truffle pasta at Spaghetteria. IN OUR SPORTS CLOTHES. All shame gone.

Okay, long story short: I have a bad influence on my surroundings. My non-smoking friends also spontaneously start smoking when they are with me. Very strange. Or correction: had a bad influence. Because I am changing. And yes, that feels very strange. My eating pattern is different. I have much less desire for sugar. I think more consciously about what I put in my mouth. I still exercise three times a week with Steve, owner of Book Your Trainer. This man brings out strength in me that I didn't even know I had. On day one, I couldn't move an inch on that treadmill and almost fell over during a squat. Quite embarrassing. But now we are almost four weeks in and hey: I see progress.

My pants are actually falling down. Yes, it's a miracle. And also that one thong that was seriously digging into my lovehandles now actually has a bit of space. Hello! This needs to be celebrated! Exclamation marks! CAKE! Oh no, no cake. Shit. Carrot cake then? What?

That's vegetables, right?! Steve?

P.S..: Tomorrow is my second weighing moment. Very. Very. Curious. You understand: next week an update with the numbers. This. Girl. Is. On. Fire.