Horizon programme on the BBC about intermittent fasting. Well, I didn't manage to catch it the first time around due to woefully poor personal management. However, it's on again in the wee small hours of tomorrow morning for all you lardy insomniacs out there. I'll be setting the recorder if I can work out how to use it, mainly because rather unusually, I've got a bit of a crush thang on Michael Mosley even though he's medically trained. Normally, doctors don't float my boat at all but then again maybe they don't go a bundle on overweight occupational therapists.
Anyway, I've already got the gist of what the programme was about and more than a smattering of the peeps I know are following the 5:2 version of the diet described. For those not in the know already, it involves eating nomally (hurrah!) for five days each week and limiting calories to 500 or 600 for females/males respectively on the remaining two. It's got a bit of scientific rationale behind and is supposed to promote weight loss and have rejuvenating effects too. Sounds good to me but perhaps wisely I delayed the start date so that I could stuff my face freely on baguettes during my holiday.
So yesterday, I think I stuck to my calorific limit with a weeny bowl of muesli, three cups of tea with milk and two small portions of leftover tabbouleh and carrot salad brought back from la France. I'm not entirely sure as the continental food packaging was bereft of energy values but I reckon that I kept to the target as near as damn it. However, I do concede that pathetically licking a drip of greek yoghurt off the outside of the Louis' dessert bowl may have tipped me over. From now on though I'll be using the free website FoodFocus.co.uk to do my sums a little more accurately.
How do I feel after day one? Bloody starving! There's nothing for it but to head off for the fields, catch a dodgy nag and wedge it behind two doorsteps of buttered bread. That'll do for a thoroughly normal breakfast!