Whoever loved, that loved not at first sight? Well, everybody who isn’t shallow as a puddle really. Sometimes Shakespeare is just as stupid as everyone else.
Disclaimer: The above title is nothing to do with the remainder of the post, and was put there for reasons including “I felt like it”, and “it’s my fucking blog”.
Interesting facts:
Vodafone are a shower of arseholes.
Bill phones are approximately a quarter the price of pay as you go, yet I could not afford one before.
I can now own things which I cannot carry.
Midnight is a stupid time for the tube to stop running.
London busses are filled with thieves, dickheads, and crazy people
I have started to like other people a lot more frequently.
Boring stuff:
I have been losing a little weight since I arrived. Just to supply some background, my weight has widely varied since adolescence. At 14 I was a tubby little lump of sarcasm, At 17 I was skinny enough to have visible ribs, a perfect stomach, and was totally obsessed with my weight. By the time I left college I was getting a bit chubby, and over the following year I got to somewhat overweight. The difference being that I couldn’t care less, and just couldn’t really motivate myself to do much about it. I’m not sure whether I have been gradually losing a little at a time over the past 6 months, or whether I have just been getting used to my appearance, but I think I look a bit better now.
So recently, someone explained a new concept, which honestly had not previously occurred to me. Which was: “Stop eating when you’re not hungry anymore�. I was floored by the sheer simplicity of this idea, and realised that this is my biggest problem. I have to finish food. If I have paid for a meal I am disgusted at the idea of not finishing it. Which is ridiculous, particularly when I don’t actually want it.
There is also the fact that I think I would make a good roman. Leaving aside being named after one of their goddesses, I have some tendencies in common with them. There was a nation who really focussed on physical pleasure. I can completely understand the motivation for the vomitarium, even if I would never actually indulge in the act of regurgitating my food to enable myself to eat more. I really enjoy food. So when I’m eating something I really like, I want to continue eating it despite having no actual need to do so. And of course, it has been ingrained in me since birth to finish my food.
So recently, I have starting implementing a policy of never eating anything unless I am hungry. It is fascinating how differently my diet turns out if I actually stick to this. So it’s a continuing experiment. I’m bored of writing this now
February 23rd, 2006 at 2:58 pm
Damn - third attempt to comment :-(
Great to hear about looking and feeling good. As a product of an Irish Household you will have been brought up with the same motto as everyone else “Clean your plate.” This stems from the FAMINE (IMHO) and comes from a fear that we’ll all be back eating grass or each other (not in a good way).
The change of life (not the BIG CHANGE but the move) probably put your body into a spin - still, all’s well that ends well. Great to hear that you’re looking better than ever :-)
BTW bill pay phones rock, and it will begin to piss you off when people don’t have credit as you will stop understanding their difficulties.