I haven’t made many posts about food on this blog and, following on from a bit of an absence recently due to technical problems at my end (things are looking okay at the moment – touch wood), I feel like just going with this right now and telling you a bit about my diet for the past week.
There’s no doubt about it and, this is something I may’ve touched on before. Since I moved back in to my mum’s house in August, my diet has become anything but fully organised and, with that, there’s always the risk that my health (in some capacity) may have suffered as a consequence.
My mum’s roast dinner was absent on the Sunday and I didn’t feel compelled to create my own alternative. I took a packed lunch with me on my solo walk but didn’t eat the sandwiches until I’d arrived home, late afternoon. I did start with breakfast.
Monday was an additional day off spent walking around Ashton Court with someone very close to my heart. We set off and met up before lunch but didn’t sit down for a coffee until the sun was beginning to fall. No food was digested and I think I only ate a single apple (at most) later that evening. Oh, I did also start with a bowl of cornflakes for breakfast.
Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday were long days at work. Each started with a bowl of cereal and I consumed my packed lunch within the course of each day. I had ideas set out for small, simple meals to ‘fill’ me in the evenings but, I lacked something to get me going in to the kitchen. Maybe it was enthusiasm.
I’m glad Fridays are only a half-day at work because I really felt myself slowing to a crawl today, especially as I don’t bother to bring any food in for our morning break at 10 0’clock. Along with tiredness, I found myself feeling very ‘dry’ and a headache arrived after I got home, swallowed a plate-full of sandwiches and then realised that I need to empty my bowels (sorry for the TMI! :-P). That may sound a lot like dehydration. Tiredness may also play a factor, as I didn’t get home last night (from my writing group and then a shopping trip) until 9pm. I needed to be in work only ten-hours later.
Tonight, I have a pizza in the fridge. It should really be in the freezer but, mine’s only a small compartment and it would never fit unless I sliced it in to quarters…
I might have talked about this before but, I believe that my ‘lack of eating’ is related to my fears of using the toilet cubicles at work, especially as I’m only skipping evenings meals. If I didn’t have to start work so early, I reckon I’d have a better chance of ‘digesting’ my food before leaving the house. Sometimes, I’ll hold it in for hours until I return to the comfort of a familiar bathroom. Other times, I’ll walk in to the toilets at the right time and it’ll be clear, with no-one else around.
It is awkward, for me, trying to make my way in my mum’s kitchen. I don’t feel comfortable doing my own thing. It just feels like it’s not worth the effort, being and living within someone else’s rules. I’m hoping to move out again next month and it cannot come soon enough.
My enthusiasm for writing this has suddenly gone; blown away, with the words, in a breeze of cold air. It’s dawned on me that the weekend is here and, even though it’s rare for me to have any set plans, I’m ‘immobile’, as I won’t have my van back from its MOT until Monday at the earliest. That means no walking and no photography. Sorry, it’s all just coming down over me right now. I didn’t mean to end the post in this way but, I suppose I have that pizza to look forward to and then a take-away tomorrow night. I hate feeling ‘trapped’ here and the absence of a vehicle only heightens that.
Much shopping bags frequently contain a large quantity of chocolate, which is kind of a feel-good/comfort treat after a day at work. I’ve also started buying packs of cupcakes and sometimes biscuits and cookies, too. Do I need to be careful or, am I mindful enough already?
- Cameron Diaz carries packed lunch (contactmusic.com)
- 4 Reasons Why This Food Lover Enjoys Fasting (permaprocess.com)
- Unusually Tired? Here’s What May be the Reason… (healthybodylife.com)
- ‘I eat what I feel I need’ says Strictly Come Dancing professional Karen Hauer (thesun.co.uk)
- Are you as Honest about your Diet as you are about your Medicines? (georgefebish.wordpress.com)
- My diet and me (gannetandparrot.com)
- Your Diet; Medicine Or Poison? (fit4liferbm.com)