You now that I've said that 5:2 is hard but doable? Well, 4:3 starts to tip over into too hard and not doable. We fasted on Monday, Wednesday and Friday last week and Friday felt like a slog from start to finish - especially when work was over for the day and we celebrated the start of the weekend with yet another bowl of soup. Meh.
And perhaps as a result of that, or perhaps because constant virtue can be rather dull, Saturday and Sunday ended up being a bit off piste, specifically with regards a glass or ten of the good stuff. I've been eschewing my usual beloved tipples over January but suddenly, all caution was hurled to the wind. The result was plain to see this morning - despite all the fasting, I gained 0.6lbs.
It's not the end of the world and is unsurprising, perhaps, after a spate of good results. It's frustrating certainly - especially since I don't feel as if I overate, but the scales don't lie and, after all, gram for gram alcohol contains almost as many calories as fat. Lesson learned (although I don't doubt that the very same lesson will have to be learned again at some point in the not too distant future.)
Meal planning this week - well, one or other of us is out for three of the seven nights (yes, we are dining out on Valentine's Day) and then obviously there will be yet more soup. That just leaves next weekend to plan:
Saturday: Coq au vin* with mashed potato and roasted kalettes
Sunday: Merguez sausages with a warm salad of giant couscous and roasted red pepper
*Because if you're cooking with wine it doesn't count. Obviously.