Well, then the first week is over, and it wasn't too bad. It wasn't a breeze either, but doable. Day 6 went well LCHF-wise, no slip-ups or anything, but day 7 was a carb-feast. But then again, I knew it would be, so I am not too bothered by it. My dad and his girlfriend came in for lunch, and we ended up at this nice turkish place. I had a beef kebab will the works - couscous, potato wedges, garlic nan... It was yummy!

Then I met some girlfriends out and proceeded to drink lots and lots of pink bubbly, piña coladas, and appletinis (which was a first for me, and I absolutely LOVED it). So, when I came staggering home in a pink bubbly/cocnutty/appleish bliss at midnight I suddenly realised that I hadn't measured myself yet. For a minute I considered leaving it for the next day, but then decided against it. If I hadn't lost that much I could always blame it on the drinking session with the girls.

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