First week of torture

So, here we are after the first week of not eating much food. These milkshake and cereal bars do work but Oh My God are they disgusting or what????

Due to the inminent wedding I decided to have a go to these unhealthy ways of losing weight:
The good points: I did not feel hungry at all and you don't have to worry about what the f@$k you're going to cook.

The bad points: I do miss having food in my mouth, the flavour, the texture the joy of eating.... This week has been an absolute torture. Cooking for the rest of the family does not help to control these undesired urges of putting the delicious food I prepare into my mouth. Cause I have to say, I am GOOD at cooking. Of course, having this sudden desire of being a good housewife and cook the dinner in advance, does not help either :-)
Did I behave?? well, 95% of the time I did, every now and again I would steal food from my kids in order to cope with this rubbish diet (not eating does nothing for my temper either or my parenting skills).

So, what about the exercise? well, that's another story all together you know, one step at the time, man, one step at the time.
The best thing of this week was to get on that bloody scale and realise I've lost 2 kilos, now that made me happy :-D shame that my nice clothes don't fit yet. I would have then a perfect excuse not to carry on with this monster of diet regimen.

My next goal is to see if I can get my ass of this computer and do some effing exercise, cause Gunnar Peterson is waiting for me :-P