You may have noticed that I haven’t mentioned anything about my diet or weight since that Cheat Day post. Well, that Cheat Day was on extended play and remixed itself into a Cheat Week. Six days, to be exact, but it might as well have been a whole year. Remember how I was losing about a kilo a day on my all-protein diet? Well, I gained everything back, possibly in a day. I know, I know! I know it isn’t healthy to keep yoyo-ing like this but I never claimed to be a role model or paragon of virtue. If I were in a fashion magazine, I’d have that black stripe over my eyes with the caption “What not to wear.” You get what I mean.

So I lost the plot. All rhyme and reason – out the door. I’d blame it on my period, which I got the day after that Cheat Day, except that I’m back on the pill; I practically had no period.

I just wanted to eat. And eat, I did. Voraciously. I was insatiable. How bad did it get? Let’s see… I ate half a tub of ice cream and downed it with ice-cold soda. It was a very hot day.

Last Thursday, on my way to meet Joel to watch “Iron Man 3”, I had three pan de sals (with malunggay and apple slices c/o our Kundalini Yoga guru), three empanaditas (with peanut butter, semi-dark chocolate and nutella), a nutella beignet, a one-piece chicken – with rice – at McDonald’s, a bag of chocolate chip cookies and, finally, a piping hot fresh corn dog for the movie – which I finished before we even entered the cinema.

On Friday, I got two kinds of cake to share with Carlo and Stephen, and I finally drank some wine.

I pulled the plug on the sugar on Saturday and have tried to behave.