Thursday 30-May 2013

Long time no write

Sorry, Blog, I have not been writing lately. Between work commitments, family commitments and illness, I have failed to take the time to write for the past 6 weeks. Shame on me.

So, what is new ? Well, I paused the 5-2 diet for nearly 3 weeks, because of terrible neck and head aches. Yes, indeed, during the night of Tuesday 7-May, I didn’t manage to get myself into a comfortable position when I went to bed because of terrible head and neck pains. So, I called the NHS Direct number and after answering a few questions from them, they told me to go to A&E. There, they gave me head and neck CT scan. Dark thoughts entered my mind when I heard ‘CT scan’, I must admit.

In the end, they found some fluid in my sphenoidal sinuses, which they said was rather rare, and they gave me a cocktail of antibiotics and pain-killers to clear the infection and numb the pain. Which so many drugs in my system, I thought it’d be unwise to take them on an empty stomach, and so I decided to pause the 5-2 diet until I started to feel more alive than undead.

I stayed on pain killers unil last week (Co-codamol, I love you forever) and I resumed the diet today, not a moment too soon if you ask me.

I haven’t weighted myself recently, but I have felt that the trousers I wear for my DIY work left a lot more butt cleavage in contact with the fresh British air than before, and that my shirt felt a little looser as well.

I just don’t want to get on the scale until I’ve had 6 weeks of solid continuous 5-2 diet, which I have not been able to manage so far.

In other news, Coco goofed it:

We’re having a son.

Which is fantastic news, especially since we already have a daughter. Made what we did worth the trouble.


Tuesday 09 April 2013

Old habits die hard. Or do they ?

Funny how, once you’ve set yourself on the course of a diet, your feeding habits change almost instantly.

Not a month ago, I probably wouldn’t worry about the amount of what I eat, and would always try to please the wife by finishing her and Cecilia’s dish, so that nothing was left. I remember going to bed a few times feeling so stuffed that I felt quite uncomfortable laying in bed (I sleep on my tummy) and feeling my throat being under pressure.

Since I openly discussed this with my wife, she doesn’t expect me to finish everything, and I’m not afraid of offending her if I don’t got for seconds.

I’m not trying to make myself any better than I am. I do go for seconds when the dish is good (my wife’s noodle soup is an orgasmic delight that no Homo Sapiens I know of would consider turning down, especially the hot’n’sour kind) but I didn’t feel under pressure to have seconds of yesterday’s steak pie (even though she makes it really good.) And I think she gets it and leaves me alone, and doesn’t push me in a corner to finish everything.

What I feel pressured by is the Bakewell Tart. She makes it so good, and the fact that it’s stuffed with so much ground almond, that I can’t resist (I always say that if I had the choice, it’d go for death by hummus and frangipane, please.)

She baked the tart on Thursday night, and, conscious that she doesn’t really enjoy it that much, she’s left it to me to eat most of it. With the curry tonight in mind, I’ve had to plan on eating bits of that Bakewell tart every day so that it’d be finished by tonight, so I can get back on the fasting tomorrow until Thursday.

So, I’ll need to keep a bit of room tonight during the MBD curry, so I can finish the Bakewell Tart and be serene that it won’t tempt me tomorrow.

Hard work, but it’ll be worth it in the end, I know it!

Thursday 04 April 2013

2 done with, 5 starts with break-fast

Had a normal amount of granola this am. I feel that I could still go on with the fasting, but I know this won’t last, so I have to get back to eating normally.

Made it into work and had a cup of almonds as my mid-morning snack.

I feel great. Can’t wait for my packed lunch though (udon noodles with roast chicken scraps.) The wife decided yesterday that we were going to eat out at the Mexican restaurant tonight. I suspect she got a good news at the 20 week scan. Is she going to be able to keep the secret from me? Time will tell.


Had my lunch, and I obviously quite enjoyed it. Immediate effect is bowel movement that I can feel pushing. Need to go now, Sorry, blog. Be back later.


That reminded of a discussion we had with a GP. He said that when you fill up your stomach, there’s an automatic room-making bowel movement that follows. So with that in mind, (no need to visualize here) I’m having an epiphany: I didn’t have a bowel movement during my 2 days of fasting, and now that I finally filled up my stomach, it’s here. Funny thing (funny as in peculiar, not ha-ha) is that it was a small one. It all starts to make a lot of sense.

To be truthful, I’m getting the hang of this blog thing now. This is going to be better than Evernote to keep my food diary.


I have just booked my planes for a business trip. Fly to the USA on Monday, Meet with customers (which means dine and drink) on Tuesday and Wednesday, then fly to Canada at 06:00 local time to meet a customer and fly out same day at 23:00 back to Amsterdam and connect at 14:00 local back to Manchester. Stupid week if you ask me, but most importantly, how am I going to follow the 5-2 regime ? I can’t do 5-2 during weekends.

This reminds me of a customer of mine that is muslim. When she had to travel to the USA during Ramadan, she decided to pause the fasting, as she feared her body would be unable to cope with the stress, and I think it might have been allowed by the religion.

Wednesday, 03 April 2013

5-2 Diet: the start

During the DIY Easter extravaganza I just lived through, I had the immense pleasure to listen to Radio 4 virtually non-stop.

One thing caught my attention more than anything else: the 5-2 diet, which is meant to be very good for your nervous system, protect you from disease, lower your blood glucose level and cholesterol.

I talked about to the wife, and she laughed at me, dismissing me by saying: “Well, I’ll be curious to see how long this will last”, which I didn’t judge necessary to comment and took as a challenge.

And then, yesterday, due to work, I skipped lunch, and only got in a position to eat any after the local sandwich shop had closed. So, I decided that this was the start of my 5-2 diet.

I didn’t eat anything until dinner. My wife thought I was grumpy. I was, but not because I hadn’t eaten anything for the past 10 hours, but because she’d asked me to do more DIY after a full day of work. The word boring and inconsiderate comes to mind.

Anyway, I had a can of lentil soup, and nothing else but water, and I felt great. I fell asleep quite late, but otherwise, I coped quite well I thought.

This morning, I weighed myself, and the verdict was clear: 92 kg for 23.4% fat, which is on the ‘+’ side, according to my dear friend the electronic scale.

Had a normal breakfast: 120 grams of granola and about the same of soy milk.
Now, it’s 09:35 and I’m already quite hungry, but I’m determined to last the day. Had two cups of redbush so far.For the lunch break ,I fled the office during the lunch break, as to avoid the smells of food.
Tonight will be tomato soup with maybe a slice of bread (let’s get crazy), and I’ll be eating normally again.


Had a whole can of tomato soup (reduced salt, for good measure) and a slice of bread for dinner.

However, as soon as I arrived home (7pm-ish) I surprised myself snacking on three carrot sticks and a small amount of humus that Cecilia had left untouched.

Had a bit of a headache, after dinner, but the most significant feeling I had was of general toning of my muscles. I felt like something was happening to my limbs, as if an electric current was going through.

Strange and pleasant.