I've had the death flu for the past 6 days which most certainly should help seeing as I've only consumed tea and the occaisional half cup of oatmeal. And naturally this bout of illness set back my activity plans a whole lot, but then again, one doesn't usually burn a lot of calories flat on your back with a fever.

I feel half human today, even got out of bed and dressed -and on here! There is life after flu! woo hoo!

This illness would have been more welcome at a point of plateau not right at the beginning and just after my first super successful week.

The shock did wear off and I spent the hours before the flu consumed me being totally stoked over the 8 pound loss.

I was watching Master Chef yesterday, it's a BBC program, and then I watched Diet Trials which ironically comes on right after. Diet Trials is where each person is assigned a diet, be it slim fast or WW or Atkins, then they do the diet and we all watch how they get on. Even the Atkins lady couldn't stick to it and the worst possible candidate for the slimfast diet if you ask me - poor fella.

I think there's one thing I've learned about myself in the past 11 days is that I'm a good dieter. *When* I go on a diet, I stick to it and am completely honest with myself.

What is it about me that I'm motivated when other people fail? Am I that competative? sheesh! That's taking it a bit far!

I'm a little stressed about how the past 5 days will affect my goal. I've been literally laid up in bed the whole time, just getting up for tea and medicine. Surely when I start eating again my body will gain unless I do extra activity... I wonder?

I also wonder if I became ill because of the diet or simply because it's flu and cold season.

My appetite has yet to return... and at least I sailed past those miserable first days when cravings get the better of most. Today is only Thursday and I'm already looking forward to my weigh day on Monday... I like seeing improvement!