Face Planting Into Cake

I hate to say it but, I love dieting. I know I don't look it, but I really really do. I refuse to go on a post christmas diet on the 1st of January. That is digusting. For one, i'll be hungover and if Gillian McKeith is right in saying that 'you are what you eat' I am 3 quarters turkey and the rest biscuits. I imagine that canibals are all the rage after christmas, we probably taste quite nice.

Off topic. Anyway, in the week prior to the diet I set out a really regimented plan. I like order. It's not like OCD but more of, 'i'd better make something organised in my life because my room is certainly not going to cut it' - kinda way. I'm a disorganised person, I leave all essays till 2am the night before it's to be handed in or even sometimes the hour before, if you're lucky. Writing what I need to do down is a serious bonus. Plus I like glittery gel pens - no i'm not a ten year old child, even though I try to be.

I can only diet with my mum. If it was up to me i'd probably just melt on the floor after the first 3 hours of no commitment and cake. But my mum has a ridiculous amount of diet books, they're probably what this house is made of, icing and diet books. Sounds about right. She has an amazing ability to just stick at things even if she hates them; like Zumba. As much as I find it awful my mum goes every week for pure resiliance. I want to be like that. So dieting with my mum is the only way.

Also, diet food is often better than the food I have anyway. I'm not a fan of mash, yet my dad sees it necessary in every meal to have some form of potato. No. Sorry, it's with a roast or nothing. So diets are just full of salads and fruit, which I love and with not a potato in sight.

However, i'm the type of person that gets bored and distracted VERY easily and thats where I fail at the majority of things. After 2 weeks of eating 4 tonnes of celery a day, as soon as the oportunity arises that i'm 'allowed' 100 calories of sweetness, I go a little be mental. Think of face planting into a chocolate cake. Hello me.

We'll see where this leads...