Life's A Mitch

Today's blog comes to you pretty much inspired by Mitch Benn. I'd set it to music if I had an instrument or two.

For those who don't know, Mitch is a British comedy singer-songwriter, who, like most people, is doing better than me at this whole weightloss thing. He used to be a little bit heavier than me (maybe a stone or so), but he's also at least half a foot taller...If you imagine comparing Chewbacca with Shrek, you pretty much get the differential. Now he looks like a different person, whereas I look like a bit of a slimmer version of myself.

Anyway, what this has to do with the price of exquisitely battered, flaky, salt-zing fish is this. I spotted a tweet of his earlier today that said he was sitting in Soho waiting for some friends, and realising how many of the bistros all around him were serving up plate after plate of gorgeous food...not a bit of which he was going to allow himself to eat, so as not to fall off the weightloss wagon.

This almost-entirely mirrored my experience today. You see, today was another work from home day (What do you mean "Another one??!" - the phone was knackered, I had to wait in for the repairman.)

Days at home used to be suuuuuuch fun. I'd start with a humungo-cereal bowl, maybe step out at lunchtime to the local Pizza Hut for a big-ass pizza, pick up some dessert, do the occasional bit of work...maybe...and basically just enjoy being alive.

Now - what am I looking forward to? More salads? Extra biking? What? All the culinary fun has gone out of days at home. Even my cereal choice these days is Bran Flakes...OK, it's not the Amish joysucker that is Shredded Wheat, but it's hardly a party cereal, is it?...it's a symphony of brown. Every day has pretty much become a day sitting in Soho, surrounded by great food, trying to get enthusiastic about lettuce and water, while my inner, innnnfinitely more sensible self screams "BOOOOOOOOOOORED!!!" I'm coming to the realisation that you don't actually live any longer if you eat healthily - it just FEELS longer, cos you're never done chewing!


Sigh...
If anybody wants me, I'll be celebrating the idea that tomorrow's a weigh-in Tuesday...on the bike.