I'm quitting this shit

Okay, maybe not IT is shit, but ME.
So you know, I've attempted to do the Slow Carb-Diet the last week. It's in Tim Ferriss's book 'The 4-Hour Body' and it's supposed to make you lose fat fast and I think it might definitely work if you've got the heart to go through with it. You're allowed to eat a lot except for 'white' carbs, fruit and sweets, of course. For six days, you must eat one hour from waking, approximately four hours apart and compose each meal from proteins (meat, eggs, etc..), legumes and vegetables. On the seventh day, it's cheat-time and you can - and have to - go crazy with eating WHATEVER you like.
Sounds pretty easy, right? Would be, except for the fact that I don't like going through with things. Halfway along, I start to get bored or annoyed and just decide to quit.

I started and Monday and actually enjoyed the meals I had, felt good and enthusiastic to start and was generally well. Then came Tuesday, which was rather okay, too, but I found myself lusting for today, Saturday, my designated cheat day. Wednesday I was starting to get really cranky, but after having delicious chicken with carrots and faux-mashed potatoes (which are sadly prohibited), I was in high spirits again.

The fateful Thursday knocked me out, in the end. So my breakfast was spoiled by insect spray after about 10000 vicious wasps attacked me (in fact it were about 7, but that's still to much for my wasp-o-phobia/bee-o-phobia/anything-that-fucking-flies-o-phobia self). I then decided to screw it all and ate a little pudding and an Oreo - fuckers have 234562178123546 calories per cookie. Later J and D surprise-visited me and I spent the day until about 6 p.m. when I made myself the long-anticipated chili con carne with fajitas. The chili is pretty much fine, as I've found out since then, but the fajitas are a type of bread (which is prohibited, too). I still ate three of them and afterwards some chocolate and nimm2, basically bonbons.

Yesterday I got going normally again, then I missed two meals and in the end just ravaged my last Bonne Maman Tartelettes. After working out some and taking an ice-bath - which I'm gonna do today again because it is so much fun to spend time in a state of COMPLETE IMMOBILITY BECAUSE EVERY LITTLE MOVEMENT HURTS LIKE FUCK. Nah, but maybe it'll be of some use!

And today.. I got up at ten, didn't have breakfast, now went shopping with my mum and decided to quit it. And work out more than usual, because maybe it'll help. My 'breakfast' then consisted of Pringles with Smokin' Ribs flavour (hey, I was unable NOT to immediately try them, finally the cool tastes are coming to Austria, too!) and Manner Karamellen - I love solid caramel bonbons which almost tear your teeth out.

The new mantra for my blog is now: Watch me as I get fat woohoo