The Fast Diet: Week 3 Results
So I’ve just completed my third week on The Fast Diet. I’ve been restricting my calories to 500 daily on two non-consecutive days a week – usually Mondays and Thursdays. This week I decided to flip the script.
Previously, I would eat 200 calories for breakfast and then 300 calories for dinner. It was doable but not remotely fun; and I was curious to see how I would go if I only ate one meal a day in the evening. There’s something about eating even the smallest bit of food that makes you want more, so I thought I might be less hungry (and less annoyed) if I only ate once.
So Monday I skipped breakfast and felt just fine. Unfortunately, I had to stop on my way home to get gas for the car, and was confronted by the candy display at the checkout counter. My eyes were immediately drawn to the bright orange wrapper of the most delicious thing to ever come out of Hershey, Pennsylvania.
But guess what? Two Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups is only 210 calories. That’s breakfast! So I could call that a very late breakfast (since it was 6:00 pm), enjoy the hell out of it on my way home, and still have my 300 calorie dinner in a few hours.
The Fast Diet was rapidly becoming the most awesome diet every invented. I mean, seriously: what other diet lets you eat peanut butter cups?
I had my dinner as planned, and didn’t spend one second pouting about the fact that I couldn’t eat more (or have a Scotch).
But then the clock struck ten, and I don’t know what the hell happened to me. I was seized, I guess, with an overwhelming apathy about the whole f*cking enterprise. I had a big bowel of pasta with meat sauce, and then followed it up with a bowel of sugary cereal. And then washed it all down with two glasses of cheap Shiraz.
And I didn’t feel remotely guilty about it.
But that’s the beauty of The Fast Diet. I didn’t have to feel guilty, because I didn’t cheat or fail or ruin anything. The diet says you have to calorie-restrict for two non-consecutive days. So Monday was a bust. There was always Tuesday.
And Tuesday went fine. And so did Thursday. Perhaps they went well because I went back to eating two meals a day (and maybe also because I didn’t stop at the gas station).
So let’s see what the scale thought of my efforts this week…
Starting Weight: 58 kg (128 lbs)
Ideal Body Weight: 52 kg (115 lbs)
After One Week: 57 kg (126 lbs)
After Two Weeks: 55.4 kg (122 lbs)
And yesterday, after three weeks:
Okay, not as much as last week, but still. 54.9 kg = 121 lbs. So I lost one pound this past week and a total of 3 kg (7 lbs) in the last three weeks. I now weigh what I did when I moved to Australia eight years ago, so I’ve shaved off eight years of weight gain in 21 days.
But I’ve still got the same amount of weight to lose again before I reach my ideal body weight. I suspect my successes will be smaller each week as I have less to lose. We’ll see. But I’m certainly inspired by my results so far to stick with the diet for the moment.
Especially since it lets me eat peanut butter cups.