OK so did my six mile walk this morning before work, came back and had my regulation three Weetabix with semi-skimmed milk, plus one mug of coffee, large, also semi-skimmed.
Lunch, some hours later, was two small cheese rolls - carb and fat, I guess, technically, but am not worried about them so much midday.
Tonight...tonight I'm hoping for a sort of atheistic Hail Mary.
d had had a long, cold wait at a bus stop to get home, when the bus decided it had better things to do than follow its normal boring routing. It's probably en route to Rio De Janeiro as we speak. So she came up to the office and waved some takeaway flyers in my face. I chose a Chinese chicken curry and some boiled rice. Boiled, I figured was comparatively healthy...right? And British Chinese chicken curry has none of the joy, the delicacy, the finesse you might expect to find in a curry sauce prepared by a nation so culinarily advanced as the Chinese - it's a delight very uniquely British, as though some time in the 50s, when Britain was at its most limited, drizzle-grey and miserable, an inspector in a beige mac came along to the first mainstream Chinese takeaways and sneered, saying "Oooh, look, we don't want none of that foreign flavour muck over 'ere. Just make it hottish and vaguely brown, that'll do, thank you..."
Now don't get me wrong. We've been raised on it for generations and can't get enough of the stuff, I'm just saying that it's about as Chinese as chicken tikka masala is Indian. I'm also contending it's probably not a calorific riotfest, because if it was, then surely to God it would taste better. So - chicken curry and boiled rice. I'm hoping that won't entirely upset the Disappearing apple cart.
Walking again in the morning, anyhow. Let's see what happens.
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