Okay, so over the years I have put on two stones (28 pounds) too much weight. Minimum – I’m 13 stones (182 pounds) and only 5 feet 8. I’d like to live long enough to be helpful to my grandkids so I am determined to lose the extra flab. I am the fattest vegan I know. So there I am in the queue in Tesco today. My trolley has plenty of salads, fruit, nuts, tea, sugar-free muesli, sugar-free everything else. A healthy trolley – it must have been whimpering with self-righteous goodness. Then I observe the others. There is a young / old divide. The young have baskets and trolleys overflowing with chocolate, cakes, biscuits, frozen fries, potato chips, sugar-full drinks, processed foods (pies, burgers, etc, which as we know contain the magic three ingredients of sugar, fat, salt, plus a touch of flavouring). The old (my age and over) have mostly the healthy options. Makes you wonder if only the young pushed and consumed our trolleys, how much longer they’d live instead of leaving too late as we do.
Nothing much to do with writing, except a book I bought for a penny on Amazon recently. By William Leith. The Hungry Years: Confessions of a Food Addict. Funniest non-fiction I’ve read for years. Everything, except I’m a veggie, seems to be about me. The moving the scales around our uneven bathroom floor, the weighing before drinking, the ‘I’ll start properly tomorrow’, etc. If you are on a diet or think you should be, then get this book.
Otherwise, I’ve started the third volume of my Left Luggage trilogy even though writer Charles Stross told me not to until I sell the first one. Hey ho.
Hope everyone has a great Easter.
