Well, having bludgeoned you all into a state of total unresponsiveness with my last post (it’s ok – even I get bored with my Pet Shop Boys fixation some times), I thought I would give you a follow-up to the post from last week when I bemoaned the state of my diet. I guess I would say that it has improved a little:
- Tuesday 17th – vegetable curry with mushrooms, courgette, green pepper, cauliflower, onion, coconut milk and cashew nuts with boiled rice
- Wednesday 18th – left-over curry with boiled rice
- Thursday 19th – sweet and sour stir-fried mixed vegetables with boiled rice (from local Chinese takeaway – also spoke with lady working behind counter while waiting – this equals first ‘chat’ since 29th December)
- Friday 20th – 2x sausages, oven chips, baked beans
- Saturday 21st – casserole with onion, carrot, parsnip, cauliflower, mange tout and sugar-snap peas with boiled new potatoes
- Sunday 22nd – left-over casserole with boiled new potatoes
- Monday 23rd – 6x Fishfingers, boiled new potatoes and baked beans.
Still not perfect by any means. I haven’t really changed the other parts of my diet outside the main meal – crisps, chocolate, cakes and biscuits, oh, and a banana a day – but I have managed to cut down a little on the tonnage of food I consume. I did also buy some porridge oats, but didn’t get round to actually making porridge. Still, they did come in handy for thickening the casserole. On the whole I’m inclined to give myself at least half a gold star here, however. I haven’t been in the best of states mood-wise, so finding the energy to cook actual food at all was a bit of a victory, I think. And I only had oven chips and sausages once, and baked beans twice, which is a definite result.
I’d like to say that I’ve noticed a vast improvement in things like my mood, and my general vitality, and so on, but I haven’t. I’ve always felt that most of the benefit I get from having better food comes from the satisfaction connected with cooking, but this week, because I wasn’t really concentrating, I made a bit of a hash of things (not in a setting fire to the kitchen kind of way; a reducing all food to the consistency of over-cooked mush kind of way), so I didn’t really get the cooking buzz, either. Never mind, it was still worth doing.
I was mildly perturbed to realise, as I was chatting to the lady in the takeaway (or, more accurately, being chatted too – I mainly just said slightly encouraging things and smiled a lot), that I hadn’t actually had a conversation with anyone (unless you count General Psychiatrist, which I don’t) since I saw a few of my friends between christmas and new year. What is shocking, really, isn’t the fact that I’ve gone a long time without talking to anyone – I’m used to that – but the fact that I’d gone almost 3 months (a quarter of a year) without even noticing. This is the next most obvious Thing To Work On (assuming I can keep both diet and exercise ticking over).
Meanwhile, in other news:
- I have shaved my head. I’m more of a coward than Lucy, so I haven’t gone for the completely bald look, but I have given myself a No. 1 all over. I was trying to give myself a less radical haircut (and had actually achieved a decent looking fringe across the front, though I do say so myself), but I couldn’t get the bits above my ears to match, and in the end I decided to shave the whole lot off in a fit of pique. I’m currently trying to convince myself I look like an effortlessly sexy 20-year-old super-fit swimmer (they still shave their heads, right?), but I fear I look more like those pictures you see on the news when someone’s escaped from somewhere…
- In what is arguably the least-well-targeted junk-mailing ever, I received today an invitation to contact a gentleman named Scott, with a view to attending a ‘dynamic’ ‘Family Church’ with him, where I will be ‘taught the relevance jesus has to my life’. I’m almost tempted to arrange to meet him, just so I can see the look of fear in the whites of his eyes when he realises that I…ahem…bat for the other team… (I don’t know if all ‘family churches’ are the same across the country, but when I was studying in Small conservative Town in the South of England, I did once sleep with a guy who’d been ‘cured’ of his homosexuality by a family church. Apparently they did the whole laying on of hands, and casting out of demons, and everything. Given what we got up to, I think it’s fair to say that the ‘cure’ really hadn’t worked at all well…)