It’s come to my realisation that I’m getting rather portly and without wanting to be alarmist I think it is time to go on… a diet. Naturally, one needs to account for a bit of extra fat that develops at this time of year. It’s not only necessary for its insulating properties but it’s also less of a nuisance stuffed under a large coat. I don’t have a set of scales in my home so it has been slow coming this increasing awareness of my general lack of fitness (heaving after one flight of stairs) and lethargy (extra hours in bed and in front of the computer).
Getting any fatter would mean I would no longer fit into my clothes, feel less attractive, increase my risk of heart disease and take away my license to mock the morbidly obese.
As diets are all about suffering and retribution from having previously enjoyed oneself to excess I thought to report on my exertion of superhuman will.
- Today I refrained from 4 squares of milk chocolate.
- I skipped dessert.
And to give a fair and truthful account of my long and arduous road to gastronomic abstinence, my actual diet will also be mentioned.
- Breakfast: Chocolate sponge cake and milk coffee.
- Lunch:Tortellini with tomoato, capsicum and pinenut sauce (parmesan cheese).
- Snac: Two squares of milk chocolate.
- Quatre heure: Glass of red wine and 10 crackers.
- Dinner: (Entrée) Fresh tofu spring roll (Plat principal) Pork chops with rice. Two glasses of cab. shiraz.
It’s an interesting exercise writing down what you eat. I’ve only noticed then how little water I drink. This is also a remarkably snack free day in comparison to most days.