I'm here to go all Cher-infomercial on you and extol the successes of Intermittent Fasting. We started this at the beginning of September and everything we read just hammered the message: Patience! Patience! Patience! The first couple of weeks were a nightmare of thinking about food non-stop, but once the routine settled in it's become quite easy; eat dinner at early as possible then start the timer: 16 or 18 hours four days a week, a large chunk of which is taken up by sleep, so usually takes me up to between 11am and 1pm the next day, and a 20-hour every Saturday, giving myself two days off. Combined with two 5km runs a week, my weight stayed more or less the same for ages but in the last few weeks has started a downward trend and I lost 1.5kg in the past ten days. I have a terrible diet consisting in a fantasy world of primarily Dr Pepper and New York cheesecake, but it's been totally unrestricted in the hours you're allowed to eat, so you just get used to having less and not snacking and slowly those I-could-have-a-couple-of-biscuits thoughts fade away.