I've always said food is my best friend and my worst enemy. Starting to revise that food view now. It's not fun: it's fuel. This afternoon I wanted to go out for a walk, and in the past I've always just gone on out as and when I felt like it.
Today I stopped myself, just in time. Had my jacket on and everything. Here are my thought processes:
You haven't had lunch.
You had porridge for breakfast, and a mug of coffee, four hours ago.
You have not eaten or drunk since then. You've spent those four hours doing housework.
You are HUNGRY, aren't you?
If you go out now, you will buy something to eat. Even if you know how many calories are in it, they won't be particularly well spent calories.
You have a fridge and a cupboard full of food. You should not be buying more.
What ARE you thinking of? This is the road to disaster.
And there we are. Jacket off, four veggie sausages out of the fridge and half a tin of low salt baked beans out of the cupboard.
And the above menu is remarkable too. Time was when I would have cooked an elaborate Sunday lunch, even it it was only for myself. Instead today I chose something cheap, filling, nutritious and pretty low in calories: 465 altogether.
Then I went out for a walk, and used up 400 calories.
However I did buy a scone on the way home, 300 calories out of today's allowance.
Ah well. Nobody's perfect!