I have met some bloody brilliant people via this blog, and Argy is no exception. Ever since she first emailed me a year or so ago, I have always been besotted with her lush, sensual descriptions of her cooking, salads and fresh herbs. Every time she’d write about her dinner I’d ask her for a recipe. She recently sent the most killer wedding gift — a handmade recipe book. She also sent this kickass Tupperware container/salad spinner thingy that keeps your salads fresh for days and days. Then she bundled up some herbs that she’d dried herself – oregano, basil, sage, thyme, mint, dandelion – as well as homemade sundried tomatoes. Oooh delicious, I tells ya. The dried herbs you buy in the supermarket cannot compare to the ones dried by Argy on her balcony in Athens. And the tomatoes are so full of flavour, the Scottish Companion and I were just eating them straight out of the box. Thank you, foxy lady!
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My wonky knee now issues a creaking, grinding sound and plain old walking is sometimes painful, so I’m going to see a physio tomorrow. It sounds like a textbook case of Runner’s Knee and a need for new shoes but I still want to get it checked out. Consequently I’ve not run since the 5k and have become antsy and worried my new muscles will dissolve overnight. For a non-impact workout I’m using the stationery bike at the gym which bores me shitless. I’d go swimming except I don’t have any swimming gear and OH YEAH, the small obstacle that I can’t bloody swim. I am thinking of trying an RPM class, the Les Mills answer to Spinning. I’ve heard it gets you truly sweaty. Can anyone vouch for RPM?
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Dear Dieters of the World,
It has come to our attention that carbohydrates are getting all your attention lately. For example, if you fall into a bag of Doritos after work; or binge on a tub of ice cream or a family-size pizza, you have been referring to these incidents as a "bad carb binge" or "carb blowout" or similar. Sure, refined carbs are bad news but where there’s refined carbs there usually lurks US GUYS as well. It’s a team effort! Nine times out of ten we have had our finger in the pie and we want recognition for our role in keeping your ass fat!
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Thank you for brilliant your comments on the last ranty ravey entry. And don’t be apologetic for any hints or tips, they are welcome! Deep down we all know that we know what to do to lose weight. Lord knows I should know that I know after four and bit gruelling years! But there are just some days when it goes tits up. For example, I know that I should stick to High Quality Chocolate, but sometimes I crave that sneaky interaction with the vending machine. I had the most brilliant, funny email from a girl named Rachel, who said on the subject of the sub-par Cadbury Twirl:
"By the time any of us has had the internal debate in our heads, no matter how good the chocolate, in those kind of circumstances it’s never going to live up to the ridiculous level of hype we have attached to it by that point. A Twirl will always be just a Twirl – not the route to world peace."
Damn straight. So what can I take from that experience?
- Accept that there is just going to be crazy days like that now and then.
- Vent about it on blog immediately afterwards. Demons begone!
- Get back on the wagon as quickly as possible
(I am pretty sure I have come to these very same startling conclusions on this site at least a dozen times now.)
So I am back on the wagon now. I have tied myself onto it with rope and stapled my mouth shut. I don’t know how I worked the stapler with my hands bound up like that, I guess I am more flexible than I thought. It feels good to be eating healthily. It’s this endless cycle of:
- Eat healthily
- Brief moment of eating rubbish, temporarily forgetting/ignoring how good eating healthy feels
- Remember how crap the rubbish eating feels
- Resume healthy eating.
But the upshot is the Unhealthy Eating phase get shorter and less damaging each time.
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SC is in Libya til Wednesday for work. Libya! How crazy is that? I am surprised by how fiercely I miss him. Last year between his travels and mine, we were apart for about three months, but now we’re married and I’m mopey with him only away for just ten hours thus far.
I told him I was going to eat heaps of meat while he was away, all the lamb and mince and steak I’ve been craving during the past three months. Maybe I would just put a whole pig on a spit in the backyard. But now the Meaty Moment has arrived I’ve found I’m really not that fussed. I have enjoyed the vegetarian diet, it’s much less messy to cook and I am really, really lazy, don’t you know. Plus we eat fish at least once a week so it’s not proper vegie anyway.
Still, I often think of lamb. I saw a sheep in a field yesterday, snoozing in the sun, and I thought, "Mmm, roast lamb." Perhaps it’s time for some flesh after all.