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I’m on a diet. Well, not a real ‘diet’ diet cos I don’t do
those, but really I’ve been getting a bit lardy lately and something had to be
done. You know, this food stuff catches up on you. You go to a party and are loafing around by
some occasional table with a huge bowl of stuffed sweet chilli peppers and you
pop one in your mouth because they’re there and you think, mmm, that was nice,
in fact that was damn nice and so you have another one and another one and then
you start looking round in case people notice you’re being a greedy little
cow. And then, before you know it, the
bowl is looking suspiciously empty and so you shift the few remaining around so
the plague of locusts doesn't look quite so obvious, move on and stand by
another table and lo, that one has crisps or peanuts or what have you and lo,
the same thing happens.
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So. It’s fine stuffing your face if you
also exercise like a crazy loon. I have
tested this theory and it works – but it takes SERIOUS exercise. And, to my huge sadness, my exercise quotient
has dropped. First to go was my yoga
class. Now I LOVED my yoga class so so
so much. Really it was 90 minutes of
pure joy. But then my yoga teacher
announces he’s up and awaying to India, to work in the slums of Mumbai. I mean – what can you say? It would be beyond inappropriate to bleat
that actually any old sod could do that but not anybody could unravel
Dulverton’s collective knots and kinks. Charity begins at home? Sigh.
And then my lovely Zumba teacher
announced that she was going to stop Wednesday Zumba because she was overdoing
it. That she needed to get some balance
in her life. And I get that. She really does have to eat mountains to keep
up with the calories she expends doing gazillions of classes a week as well as
running. And her classes aren’t like normal classes –
forget all that nice stuff you see on YouTube – she would go mental and have us
flinging around monstrous heavy weights while dancing like nutters. And yes, someone
really did break her wrist doing MoshZumba to Black Sabbath. So that just leaves Kettlebells (twice a
week, once in church; once by the river) and Power Pilates (yeah, with heavy
weights). But that ain’t enough. And, anyhow, now ALL the teachers have decided to stop
for Christmas and eat mince pies instead.
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Yes, I could do it for myself. And, to be fair, I do walk the SP a lot, and
I bounce on my rebounder, and do crunches by the fire, and so on. And I must, must MUST get back to doing my Tibetans. But, frankly, right now it’s easier just to…not eat so much.
It’s not a hardship actually. I don’t
really like most of the traditional Christmas nosh. Mince pies and Christmas cake leave me
cold. I don’t eat meat and try to steer
clear of dairy and wheat too (my body really doesn't enjoy them) so that cuts
out a large swathe of the rest of the festive fare. So. I
started off with a couple of days fasting and now I’m on the next phase of the
tofu, red wine and Quality Street diet. Anyone
wanna join me? J
PS. What will I eat for Christmas
lunch? Roast vegetables. Followed by Turkish Delight.
PPS.
Off to the inlaws tomorrow. They’re
taking us to eat at Zeus, a Greek restaurant in Plymouth. Apparently the steaks are good. I shall
probably have chips. J
PPPS.
To amuse you, I have posted this picture of me last night, after two
hours of exercise – hot, sweaty, not a scrap of makeup. And yeah, that's an England rugby T-shirt. And yeah, those are reindeer antlers. What of
it?
