Life without sweet and flour. Without a Cup of tea and a sandwich at night-time in front of the TV. Without snacking, which for some reason always taste better the primary meals. Without all that over the past year has made my rather attractive figure in just figure that nobody will look on the street. I'm not an ugly fat lady, I was NO.

When, finally, came the X-hour, I went to war. I did not scour the Internet in search of a suitable military tactics for me, that is diet. I did not wait for the nearest Monday and mentally prepared for hardships. I just started to ignore all delicious and the bakery that was available at the time of the house, and immediately struck a powerful one-time strike on unsuspecting stomach. Poor, he refused to believe that except boiled cauliflower without salt there's nothing more he shines, he constantly sobbed "delicious", but I was determined. And in the evening when I lay down to sleep, in the rough, the categorical form denied them in the traditional dinner after midnight, he had fallen in a hungry faint and did not disturb me till morning. So went the first day. And in the morning he recalled his somehow sluggish, without hope. And I realized that the first win.

Then came the quiet understanding that I'm doing everything correctly and that I'm a big (not yet returned to previous size) good. Each day was easier than the previous, and with every lost gram grew my pride for myself. Digestive organ accustomed to the military situation and calmly, without hysteria, was satisfied with "the porridge pot". We became allies. And so a week passed...

Is the seventh day of my new life. I'm still in a state of war. This is my war, and I won't lose!