I start tomorrow, and I've just cooked a vast cauldron of West African peanut butter chicken and rice. I'll have a glass of wine later.
I feel like it's sort of a last supper. I can't wait to start, but I'm a bit nervous about losing my love of food and cooking? Will I still enjoy preparing meals? Will I still fancy a glass of wine or Champagne and enjoy it?
My main weight issue stems from CONSTANT snacking, eating food while I prepare it, having a little of this because it's in the fridge, trying out a bit of that because it's delicious, etc. I never eat huge quanities of anything, but I pretty much never stop grazing unless I'm asleep 