lovely big plate of protein

Amazingly, I am still off carbs.

Dude. I don't smoke and I don't eat carbs.

WTF has happened to me?

Not that I haven't cheated - I mean for Chrissakes, when someone slaps a schnitzel on your plate, you're going to eat it.
And when you find hidden remnants of potato in a fish cake at a restaurant, whose gonna argue?

Something amazing is happening though. And yes, I'm losing weight. I'm saying NO to the Heathrow Injection. Whenever the thought of a pie or Belgian chocolate cake crosses my mind - I just think of Kate Moss.

I want to feel what it's like being a skinny kid. Sure, I'll have zero tits left on my chest, but that's the price one pays to be a Skinny Chick.

But all of that is almost secondary to something else. Without realising it, because I've turned my attention to food - or lack thereof - I'm not thinking about smoking so much. I'm also not as depressed as I was, as I'm not stacking up on the pies because I can't smoke.

My focus, a little obsessive as it may be, is kind of fun. There's a sense of pride when it comes to living on a 100% All Protein Diet.

For one, I can east a plateful of crispy bacon. And as much cheese as I like.
I can eat eggs and salmon.

What I can't eat - bread, pasta, rice, sweet fruits like grapes and pineapple.

I'm loosely following the Atkins - South Beach diet. The Peas Diet.

Already the Brit has noticed that my face is less round than it used to be. Or so he says.

Basically, after 'optimal weight has been reached,' you can start to reintroduce Low GI carbs back into your life.

Either way, WHAT cigarettes? That's so last month. My focus has been duly shifted.
I'm going to get rid of the junk in my trunk and be a Skinny Chick.

PS: I haven't smoked in 36 days.
PPS: I haven't [really] eaten a carb in 11 days.

Either I'm one disciplined motherfucker, or I'm just stubborn. You decide.

The only thing to live for now is alcohol [and skinny jeans.]