Still suffering with a cold, second week. For most people – unlikely, for me – par for the course. I was actually worse this weekend than last. Anyway, not well enough to exercise, and did a lot of comfort eating and drinking. But mainly going by the plan has helped me actually lose some weight, despite all the nibbles, puddings, biscuits and cheese. Which I always regret straight after. If only I could regret it before eating that stuff and stop myself first. Don’t just need a diet, need a psychologist, or hypnotist, or electrodes strapped to my…
Ok, so I have my excuses ready. This week contained bonfire night (fireworks in the garden with hamburgers and sticky toffee pudding), I caught a cold (comfort eating) and my birthday (long weekend away in the motorhome, wining and dining and even Pizza Express one lunchtime courtesy of Tesco’s vouchers). Come on Phil, knuckle down and get with it. Too much variance from the plan. I need to get my willpower back. Six weeks to Christmas. This is getting serious; I might have to resort to exercise.
This is the week we started buying in little Christmas-type treats for the forthcoming festivities. Salami, nuts and marzipan stollen cake are not well known dietary supplements, funny old thing. During the two-week Commando Diet I had steely resolve and didn’t veer off the plan at all. Well, only a tiny bit on the last two days when we were away from home. I remained aloof when cooking comfort food for my wife. I sneered in the face of peanut brittle. I shunned bread with haughty disdain. Now that willpower seems to have melted away with my first six kilos of fat. Every day I succumb to some little treat and am not sticking to my own plan. Result; only half a kilo weight loss. Could try harder, as my school report used to say.
OK, here’s the plan for week 4 onwards: Commando Diet Plus Plan
Based on the Commando Diet Plan but with more fibre, balanced food groups, and less strict.
I’m aiming for something that is still low carb but is sustainable and healthy long term.
Was going quite well until we had four house guests from Thursday to Sunday, when the plan was abandoned. There was booze and there were meals out, but I still lost a little bit of weight despite that.
Kind of stuck loosely to the spirit of the diet this week, without actually following any day of the plan. Felt I really needed to boost the fibre as was feeling a bit … can I say the C-word? OK, constipated, to tell the truth. Didn’t suffer from that on the two weeks, but now in the aftermath. So, swapped the morning’s egg for prunes and zero fat yoghurt. Mostly had ham salads or fruit salads for lunch and grilled meat, tomatoes and salads for dinner. A couple of transgressions but don’t want to waste all that effort by returning to bad habits. Had lunch out one day, nothing remotely slimming on the menu so had venison faggots on mashed potato with some kind of sauce and caramalised onions and half a pint of beer. It was OK, but not worth the half a kilo my weight went up the next morning.
Friday and Saturday I went off-piste pretty bad. Friday night the wife was out and staying over. I had a perfectly good, on-plan steak and salad dinner, but I drank most of a bottle of wine with it. Not so good. Then chased that down with a couple of large whiskies and then I really got the uncontrollable munchies. Hunted through all the cupboards looking for something to satisfy a monster craving. Found a 1lb Christmas pudding and ate that with some cream that was in the fridge, oh boy. Confession is good for the soul, but not going to help my heart unless I learn from the mistake – DON’T DRINK TOO MUCH!
Been missing my pizza, so decided to have it on Saturday night. I always make my own, and had a half-hearted attempt at being good by making them a bit smaller than usual. I enjoyed it but it was still too much really. Woke up in the middle of the night feeling uncomfortable. This is a good thing. Taught me a lesson. I think my stomach has shrunk a bit and I can be satisfied with less. All that carbohydratey dough base and the fatty cheese and pepperoni, my body is just not used to that anymore and didn’t know what had hit it so it was complaining. If I do it again I should make them half the size and serve with a salad. Can it be done? Can I make a small pizza and still enjoy it? Can you even eat pizza on a diet or is it best avoided in case it sets you off down the slippery slope? Maybe it can be a once a month treat, certainly not once a week, but right now I’m thinking never again. Shame.
I had maintained my weight at 90.2kg all week except after the lunch out and it went up to 90.7. Back down to 90.2 the next day. However my disgusting over-indulgence at the weekend rocketed it up to 92.0kg. Carbs are gonna get ya!
I really should have made a proper plan for this week, but didn’t seem to have a suitable opportunity to work one out. But as it’s 5am on Sunday morning and I’ve been awake for two hours suffering from pizza overload, now could be a good time.
Postscript: Pulled it back to 91.0 kg with a very sober Sunday.
How was it for me? Well mostly pretty good actually. Lost two inches off my waist and 6 kilos in weight, that’s a smidge over 13 pounds and almost a stone in English money. Good going for only two weeks, I thought.
This diet suited me and I found it reasonably easy to stick to, easier than I thought. No diet is easy, though. Don’t get me wrong, this was a challenge, but one I feel I conquered. It worked for me for several reasons;
• It is simple, you just eat what you are told
• There was no weighing of food or calculating points or calories
• I liked the high protein aspect. Steak, salmon, lamb chops etc are all treats for me.
The prescriptive nature meant there was no room for bargaining with yourself. On a more flexible plan you might try to justify why you could have an ice cream now if you trade something later. With this, you just stick to the plan, or else you know you have gone off the diet. I did miss bread and chips a bit, but not massively and I certainly never craved carbohydrate.
Would I change anything, well only two things really. Day one, week one, the egg day, was oddly OK. I think the body doesn’t know what hit it. The instant and noticeable weight loss the next morning is massively encouraging, OK, so I know deep down in my heart it is mathematically improbable that the 1.8kg I lost in a day can all be fat. Most of it must be water, but it never goes back on no matter what you drink and it really does spur you on. But the thing I’d change is I wouldn’t do that egg day again on week 2. I’d just do a copy of day 5 on the second Monday; something like ham salad for lunch and fish for dinner. Egg day is OK to kick start the plan and make your body change gear, but in the second week you don’t need to do that, just keep going with what it has got used to. The second thing I’d change is Black Thursday. No protein at lunch on Day 4 means you are weak, tired and hungry at dinnertime and three eggs on toast is just not satisfying. I wasn’t craving carbs and didn’t need the toast. I’d replace Day 4 with a copy of any of Days 2, 3, 5, or 7.
I’d like to say, “This diet changed my life”, but only time will prove that. As the two weeks have gone on I’ve done a bit more research into what this diet is, what is going on with your body and why it works. It is basically a low carbohydrate, low fat and high protein diet. I would like to keep that going for the future as it seems to suit me. For the most part I was satisfied with every meal, didn’t feel hungry, didn’t crave anything. Sure it’s hard giving up the other stuff, but it is do-able. One of the things I am most pleased with is that is seems to have given me willpower. I can say, “No!” to things. I can watch other people eat foods I would normally have pigged out on and abstain, maintaining a steely resolve and the self-assurance I’m doing the right thing for my body. Is this the new me? I hope so. I want to continue with a modified plan based on this one until I get my body back, the one that’s hiding under all the excess fat. Time will tell, I’ll keep you posted…
Last day of the diet. Fried egg sandwich was the closest I could keep to the plan for breakfast this morning, before we headed on home. Stopped off at another beach spot for lunch on the way and I had ham salad as we didn’t pack any pre-made fruit salad. Wife and mother-in-law had home cooked English breakfasts and huge doorstep baguette sandwiches at lunchtime so I think I’m exercising great restraint. Every time I opened a cupboard I could smell the fresh bread, driving me nuts. Dinner; as we missed out on a meal out yesterday, I said I would take them out for dinner tonight instead now we are home. Ok this is going to be difficult. Well lamb chops with salad was not on the menu surprisingly, so I ordered roast beef. There was a Yorkshire pudding and lovely gravy and three veg, so not really on-plan but I did leave the roast potatoes and only drank mineral water. Could have been a lot worse.