Dieting alone is hard. No praise for your efforts and no cold water bucket when you make wrong choices.
I’m not your typical diet-obsessed-chick. Just the thought of “rabbit food” like salads and the supposedly healthy options is a turn off. At the same time I’m not all that bad – never been addicted to crisps or fizzy drinks.
A big turning point was when my weight started to get dangerously close to 90kg, and that sounds like almost a hundred, at least to me.
I’ve tried diets before but they were either ineffective, or I would slip really quickly, or the weight loss would not last. None of these makes starting yet another diet easy.
I was secretly wishing for some magic solution that would not involve crunching salad and jogging all day long. If I had time to exercise several hours a day, I wouldn’t have a problem in the first place, would I?
And then I was told about the Dukan diet. In short it is a variation of the low carb diet type. But what is really special about it is the promise of a normal life at the end of the trial. It’s not a quick and easy solution, and it has quite strict rules, however it holds you by the hand and deals with the yo-yo effect.
The main ingredient is proteins, which means plenty of meat, as well as no feeling of being starved to death. Thus inspired by my sisters’ results (she’s doing Protal too) I’ve decided to start too, and now that I have actually managed to stay on it over a week I thought of documenting my journey. On one hand to motivate myself and add one more reason not to quit (oh, the public shame…), and on the other hand to maybe help others who want to follow this French diet.
