tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72531839485364526372011-04-21T16:14:29.072-07:00The Reluctant Dieterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14710781429413113891noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7253183948536452637.post-69789731306383039222007-09-15T03:01:00.000-07:002007-09-15T05:45:41.948-07:00In the beginning, was the lunch (and the breakfast, the dinner and the in-between treats). And the blogger saw that it was good, and ate plenty of it. But all good things must come to an end (apparently), and lo! - the day of reckoning has arrived! <br /><br />And so I find myself approximately 7 days away from beginning the 'diet from hell'. Why 7 days away? Well, this particular form of food-deprivation involves a blood test which will apparently reveal the long-lost secrets of my metabolic rate. (Yes, I've found a diet that not only manages to bleed you dry financially, it also goes the whole-hog and sticks a needle in your arm as well.)<br /><br />So now I sit and wait for some (no doubt slim and lovely) nutritionist to look at my blood results and conclude that either;<br /><br />a: I should be clinically dead, given the amount of cholestrol in my system, or<br />b: I can be saved (hallelujah!), but only by chewing flax seeds and eschewing fish and chips for the rest of my life. <br /><br />Oh, the joy.<br /><br />But for now, it's a waiting game. Waiting to be given my blood-results and my personal eating plan. And wondering how to prepare myself for the inevitable famine that lies ahead. Obviously, a last supper is called for. A blow-out of biblical proportions. But what to eat? Mmmm. I'll get back to you on that one...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7253183948536452637-6978973130638303922?l=the-reluctant-dieter.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Reluctant Dieterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14710781429413113891noreply@blogger.com1