There's always this option...

Since we went to see Amanda, the fertility guru naturopath ages ago, she has been coaxing me to give up wheat and sugar.

Wheat and sugar! I mean, honestly, what's left?

Anyway with the looming twenty year reunion I decided to give it a go. I've had no wheat or sugar for the past week and three days. Months of her dire warnings about what wheat is doing for my evil sperm-killing antibodies and what motivates me? The possibility of seeing the beautiful girls of Myhometown Grammar again.

Also I have been exercising twice a day - most unlike me. Walking in the morning and yoga in the afternoon.

Some wheat and sugar delicacies I eschewed had these past ten days include:
- muffins
- home made chocolate chip biscuits
- fresh turkish bread
- fresh italian bread, the kind with the hard crust and the soft fluffy insides
- caramel slice
- horrible shop-bought cakes, the kind you buy at 'Coles in-store bakery' (not too much of a sacrifice, passing that up)
- and of course any of the catering at the myriad training I have been running. I take out my sad little rice thins and disembowel a couple of sandwiches, scraping their contents onto my cardboard-esque wafers. Looks frightfully pretentious.

So, how much weight have I lost with all this self-sacrifice?
Two kilos?
Four?
No, two hundred grams.

Serves me right for doing something as un-feminist as going on a diet.
My skin's great, but.