I am not ashamed to admit that I'm a little bit in love with Catherine Windsor. Or Wales. Or Middleton. Whatever her last name is, she's awesome; poised, calm, cool and collected and clearly not afraid to let her sister get some limelight, so, generous, too, not to mention gorgeous, why, she's practically picture-perfect nearly all the time.
Now, Catherine is the same height as me, and she has my middle name, but that's about where the similarities end. From the research I've done, (OK, the websites that trade in this sort of gossip), I figure the duchess is fully 50 pounds lighter than I am. Fifty. Zoikes!
So, I'm going on her diet, or at least, the diet she, her sister and mother are rumoured by most of the tabloids to be have been on before the big wedding. Today is day three of Dukan, and I can honestly say, it's not much fun.
First of all, I cannot stress enough how much I hate, loathe and am disgusted by yogurt. Seriously, people, it's just half-rotten milk! Blech!
In a fit of health consciousness a few years ago, I read the 'French Women' book, but because of the preponderance of yogurt recommended, yogurt which I was supposed to make myself (rotting milk on my kitchen counter day after day? No, thanks!), I never started it.
Cottage cheese is only marginally less loathsome than yogurt, and these two products are very important in Dukan, so I'm not sure how I'm going to manage.
The meat might make up for it. There's meat on Dukan. Oh, there's lots and lots of meat, but, and here's the kicker: no booze until the fourth phase of the diet, which for me, will come in November.
Yeah....I'm thinking this fad's not going to last even until tomorrow.