The Scottish Companion is shaping up. It’s quite attractive but incredibly infuriating. He was always moaning about his "Thesis Handles", the apparent spare tyres he’d accumulated around his waist and hips while finishing off his PhD last year. Too many Hula Hoops and not enough exercise. But in the month since I’ve moved in he’s really trimmed up, thanks to me imposing my healthy habits on his former bachelor paradise.
Not only has he been accompanying me on my walk/runs, he’s dusted off his mountain bike and feeling fitter. His diet has changed too. He used to cook healthy meals a couple times a week and generally eat a fair amount of fruit. But often when he got busy he’d just have toast or cereal or and biscuits and cheese, and often succumbed to greasy takeaways. But now he’s eating salads and loads of vegies and grilled fish (he’s largely veggie but still eats fish). He’s hooked on my ye olde Weight Watchers spinach pie and now loves berries and yogurt for dessert. And he’s cooking too! He made a mean broad bean and feta tortilla for dinner last week.
I’ve also introduced him to the joys of the Misto Oil Spray. I don’t really like using Spray n Cook or Pam or whatever it’s called in your respective countries, it just seems a bit chemical-y to me. So I just pour some olive oil into this contraption then after some wild pumping action, it sprays just the teeniest hint of oil onto your food. A teeny tablespoon of oil has about 90 calories and 10g fat so it’s incredible how quick that can gobble up your daily allowance. So SC was amazed that you can "fry" an egg with the tiniest spritz of oil in a teflon pan, rather than drown it an inch of bubbling oil.
He also used the Misto to make THE BEST fries/chips you’ve ever had in your life! He did what I usually do – peel and chop some spuds, drop into a pot of boiling water for about ten minutes then drain. Shooggle spuds in the colander to get their edges roughed up, then dump onto an oven tray. Spray with some oil then sprinkle with loads of cracked black pepper and a shake of Herbamare before chucking into a hot oven for 30-40 minutes. He added the extra step of re-rinsing the drained parboiled spuds with boiling water, then draining them again. That seemed to make them just extra cripsy on the outside, fluffy inside and generally just gobsmackingly delicious and not at all greasy. We had that with grilled tuna and salad.
Anyway, he’s totally losing those Thesis Handles. It is so bloody infuriating! I guess the sudden healthy eating shocked his system into action. It is just so annoying coz he’s not really TRYING, he’s not thinking about food and exercise day or night or writing things down or counting calories. He is just cutting back and moving his butt and living like a healthy person. Which is what we’re all SUPPOSED to do.
I dunno about you but that just seems too freakin’ easy! Where’s the guilt and torment and exertion and struggle and obsessive planning? Surely for every kilo you lose there has to be at least two kilos worth of stress and conscious effort to go with it? Ha ha ha.