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What is hard about dieting

So far I have written about what was easy for me about going on the Dukan diet. But it would be ridiculous to think that it has all been easy. Of course not. There are huge challenges on the journey and here are a few I encountered.

The first difficulty, for me, is being on a restricted diet in a relationship. It just so happens that Big Friendly is the total opposite of me, physically and eating wise. It is hard enough sharing a meal when I am not dieting, but when I am there are two completely separate buying, cooking and eating routines in our house. Big Friendly is a carnivore. I don’t eat meat or chicken. Big Friendly is way over 6ft tall. I come in at 5ft1. Big Friendly can subsist on a diet of chocolates, cheese curls and salami sticks. I look at chocolate and put on a kilo. Big Friendly adores every single form of carbohydrate, from bread to pasta to potatoes. I am gluten intolerant.

The one thing I found really hard to give up was fruit. The first two phases of the Dukan diet exclude fruit entirely. It is only now, in the consolidation phase that one fruit a day is allowed. I love fruit. And I really missed it.

The pure protein days were tough too. Because I don’t eat meat or chicken I am eating fish, eggs and dairy. Some pure protein days were a boring challenge. But so worth it. I could literally feel the difference the next day. Boredom needs to be countered with creativity. Do different things with the same ingredients.

Ultimately, the hardest thing was just deciding to do it. I don’t know why it took me so long, and I can’t believe it did.


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  1. I think part of what’s hard about dieting is that it seems to require you to reject the body you’re in, in favour of the body you want to have. And the now-body fights back, for embrace and approval and acceptance that seems to be on hold in the wait for the when-I-get-there-body. I find the second I start any kind of food/exercise “regime”, some part of me starts screaming out for it to stop, just so that the now-body can feel OK again.

    It fascinates me that I lost exactly 17kg (maybe 18?) at roughly the same time you lost yours. Mine was different: it was gained through pregnancy, and lost (mostly) through breastfeeding and intense exercise. What surprised me was how much (even given the very reasonable “excuse” of pregnancy) I really hated feeling heavy. And how – even with the 500-calorie-a-day boost of breastfeeding – it was bloody hard work to shift it. I could only do it with a sort of split consciousness – both accepting my body as it was, and still working with the idea that it was changing.

    I love the way you’re writing about this journey, Megan. With all your characteristic braveness and honesty. It makes awesome reading.

    PS. Bowl of yogurt with handful of nuts. My go-to protein meal.

  2. megan

    Ja Lisa, I think I hated the body I was in enough to stick with it. And I am so glad I did, even though it is a change forever. I need to be vigilant, and I can never get like that again. I guess that is another hard part.

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