I had a delicious dinner tonight. Fillet of smoked haddock (I always forget how much I love smoked fish), pan-fried in lots of lovely butter, on a base of buttery, peppery celeriac purée (I will never attempt to prepare a whole celeriac, they look like utter beasts, but the pre-diced frozen stuff Waitrose does cooks in 4 minutes and then just needs whizzing up with a stick blender), topped with buttery wilted spinach and a fried egg. A poached egg would be more traditional, but a fried one means I don't have to dirty another pan. 
Sometimes, as I tuck into stuff like that, all rich and buttery and delicious, I think "I can't believe this is a diet." I mean, I know it's not really, it's a WOE - and it really is for me, now - but other people regard it as one, and an unsustainable, fad diet at that.
They look at me in horror and say "you don't eat carbs??? What do you eat?" and look puzzled when I shrug and say "just about everything else." Once you stop eating them, you realise rice and bread and pasta are just fairly bland bases to serve the tasty stuff on, but so many people can't their head round that. Tbf I couldn't at first!
I rather miss potatoes, and will have the occasional roastie with Sunday dinner, or a Jersey Royal or two when they're in season. But the rest I've found plenty of delicious alternatives to.
It was a year ago I started my first Bootcamp - I've lost nearly 3 stone and kept it off since then. I really do feel like BIWI handed me the keys to Paradise - the ability to eat wonderfully delicious food, not go hungry AND be thin? Actual heaven!