Day three is over, and I think that everything may well be fine. The sugar cravings are out in full force and the packet of Custard Creams in my drawer are still calling to me, in a voice which sounds strangely like Chris Evans...
Day two is over, going without carbs and sugar is HORRIBLE, but it will be worth it if the weight starts coming off and clothes in my wardrobe fit me again...right?
In two weeks I leave my current role; the experience has been good (ish), and a massive learning curve, but the move is a positive thing, and I can't wait to start something brand new.
Waking up at 5am has it's benefits (in the summer), but the darker it gets in the morning the more likely you are to find me being pathetic and beating my chest in frustration at the cruel fate which has me seeing the hour from the wrong side.