As part of my new life, having got started on Steve Jones‘ Out of Body training, I bought also the Food Lover’s Diet off the TV ad. A big box of little books, chokker-blok full of info about food and how it makes us fat or thin.
The first six days are a cleanse. Got through the first five days yesterday, thought, well, to hell with this, I’m gonna eat, don’t try and stop me, every man for himself. The devil take the hindmost.
So this morning I had two packages of scallops, not just scallops, but rosemary-seared scallops with paprika, out of the diet’s recipe books, which are enough to make you want to sit and eat till you die. I admit I just had to sprinkle a little sea salt on them and in the end, you guessed it, out came the Heinz ketchup bottle. It just needed a hint of salt and, um, sugar. But maybe, with effort, I will get past that stage.
I used to be much more perfectly motivated, when I was twenty or thirty and didn’t need any help looking good, but didn’t know it. In those far off days, I was motivated to improve myself, whereas now, looking to the horizon of the Afterlife up ahead, I really want to have a good, healthy, stimulating old age. A little salt (did I say it was sea salt?) and a teaspoon, ok, well, a tablespoon, of ketchup can’t do much more harm than I’ve already done myself along the way.
Right now I am going to go look at the breakfast recipes so I can eat a proper breakfast tomorrow instead of tomorrow night’s supper, like I did this morning.
Carrying all those groceries home yesterday (that rib eye roast of beef for the Asian spiced roast beef dinner) was so heavy…I think I have put my tailbone out or something…can hardly move this morning. I think my right shoulder is two inches higher than my left. Well, it’ll fix itself soon as I have a decent meal.
If I can get my strength up from that nasty cleanse experience, I will invite some friends over to share the roast beef. Can’t eat it all myself, no matter how I try. This is a great diet!