I have some unsolicited advice for anyone out there who's like me. If you want results on this diet:
Yes, this might not be true for many of you who will get lean as you sneak in some handfuls of dark chocolate or nuts or have some wine with dinner. This advice is not for you. This is for the men and women in here who can't eat 28 grams of walnuts or drink 5 oz. of red wine. This is the poor souls who can't go out to happy hour and drink iced tea and enjoy yourselves. You either go out and have a dozen hot wings and 4 pints of beer or you stay home and stuff bloody steak in your maw. When you play the game of steak and eggs, you win or you binge. There is no middle ground.
Don't sit there and ask if it's ok to throw some of your wife's sauteed mushrooms on your steak. Don't open the cabinet where the dark chocolates and dried fruits are. In fact, don't open any of the cabinets. You need the meat drawer in the refrigerator, the stove, a knife, and a glass to hold your water. You don't need sriracha, and you don't need those leftover asparagus from last weekend that are just gonna go bad anyway. You need to throw those away. You don't need herbs, but you can have those too. You don't need cream, but you're gonna be weak so keep that around anyway.
For these few weeks, your life revolves around bloody beef and runny eggs. You don't snack, you don't sample, and you don't try. You eat your meat and then you leave the kitchen. One sip of wine is poison. It is the first taste of failure and you cannot afford it. One bite of your husband's salad is treason. It will afford no lasting pleasure but will open the gates to rationalization and weakness. This is not hard. You don't know what hard is. Hard is waking up everyday with some malady you can't escape. Hard is climbing back up the trail after you've sprained your ankle and there's no help for you. Hard is losing a loved one. Drinking your tea without creamer is not hard and you bloody well know it.
You've chosen steak and eggs. Commit to steak and eggs. Commit to success, commit to consistency, and commit to yourself. And stay the hell away from the snack drawer.
I'm a weak man...If I give myself a few feet of leeway, I burst through all of my prohibitions.