Miracle? That's right.
So I decided to surf the zeitgeist and follow the example of my esteemed colleagues by allowing Paul McKenna and his strangely gravelly voice to mess with my mind.
It is amazing. Really quite mindblowing, actually. I mean, the theory behind it is so simple (hungry? Then eat. And eat what you want. But stop when you're satisfied. It ain't rocket science, is it?), but I think what is so groundbreaking - for me at least - is the idea of being able to eat WHATEVER I WANT. For someone who has been on some sort of diet since she was in her early teens, this is beyond wonderful. I've started taking sugar in my tea again, instead of those repulsive little tabs of Hermesetas. Skimmed milk, begone! Hello there butter, did you miss me? Bread is once more my friend. I am once again on speaking terms with pasta, after more than a year in the wilderness. And potatoes have returned from exile at last, at last.
Of course, what with all the delicious carbohydrates I was tipping down my gullet, I was naturally a bit sceptical about how effective it all was. Okay, I felt lighter and my clothes felt a little looser, but I was eating POTATOES and PASTA and surely they were the devil's carbs? In addition to which, I was drinking wine and beer with gay abandon and I wasn't going to the gym five times a week, so there was no way I was going to lose weight, right?
Wrong. I got on the scales this morning for the first time in two weeks and blow me down with a feather if I haven't gone and lost five pounds. This is officially a miracle, definitely on a par with all that water-into-wine business.
(I have to say though, the trance CD that accompanies the book is inadvertently hilarious. I am thinking specifically of the point where PMcK gets you to start counting backwards from three hundred, then says "That's right" in the sort of voice porn stars use).
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Either it is miraculous and we should all do it - or you are hypnotised into thinking it works and into telling us all to buy the book.
Nevertheless, I am tempted...
(Seriously, though, it is definitely worth a punt. It's certainly doing wonders for my mental health).
marvellous! thats fantastic. I don't even think about it, and I certainly have given up weighing in. I just can't eat till I'm full anymore. That crazy mac has inspired me to run 5k uphill for charidee. My trousers are falling off (that is definitely the bestest bit) and I'm wide awake.
Its the stuff of legend.
Ha ha!
What do you mean mental health? Would someone who is so stressed about work she wakes up at 4 am every morning and can't get back to sleep again benefit?
*this may have had more to do with the fact that we were 23 and running around like loons every day than the actual 'diet'.
he has got a pornie voice - it's the Michelangelo and the angel bit that makes me want to giggle.
great news, Mrs R.
But now I can look in the mirror and feel happy, rather than hating what I see. And I'm not obsessing about what I put in my mouth - I'm just eating what I fancy (Saturday: "Hmmm, shall I have pancakes or a sausage sandwich for breakfast?") My PMS seems better, too, though it's still early days.
Riss - your scepticism is entirely natural. It sounds too good to be true. Happily, it's not.
Kate - JOIN US! Fat Smash is all well and good (and very very effective), but it doesn't allow you to have bread and potatoes and pasta and cake. Cake!