The Lone Potato Gambit

Garfield - essentially me with more fur.

Another Sunday, another 'Proper Dinner' - though this time at a local buffet that we found a handful of weeks ago, rather than with my mother and her insane Valleys generosity. Left to our own devices, both d and I chose to build a dinner that was mostly vegetables and meat, feeling less bloated as a result and hopefully not scuppering this week's Disappearing, as I like to delude myself that Sunday dinner did (in isolation, as I did nothing nothing nothing else wrong whatsoever, na-uh) last week.

In fact, I ended up having just carrots, peas, brocolli and meat with gravy, and two lonely potatoes. Then, halfway through, for some unknown reason, I handed one off to d's plate - where it sat equally ignored. Flipping my natural carbophile instincts on their head, I left the potato till the end, and eventually couldn't be bothered to be as full as I'd have been if I'd eaten it. So it remained, a lone, forgotten potato, a testament to my instincts that say a meal's not a meal without carb, and the new behaviour with which I'm trying to replace them, that say it has to be.

No walking round the local lake today, but this afternoon I did a session as Mr Shifter - Ma is moving, some time later this year, in to a new bungalow (I'd like to think it's only my mother who can buy a bungalow for its simplicity annnnnd then decide she wants an upstairs), so there are boxes to fill and hike from one part of the three-storey house in which she currently lives to another, either for eventual transportation to the new place, transportation to a charity shop, or transportation to the local recycling centre.  So I did that for a while, then came home and did a half-hour of biking - as I say, it's a little odd, but at the moment, it's not willingness or energy that stops me biking more, it's time, which needs to be filled with other things.

Back to the early morning walking tomorrow though, as the Disappearing Ripples continue to surprise me.

I love carbs. In the immortal words of Garfield, I never met a carbohydrate I didn't like. And so far, while temptation has been very weak compared to normal, and indeed compared I'm sure to what it will become as this process goes on, it's been savoury carb-heavy dishes, rather than sweet ones, that have spoken to me and threatened to lure me from my resolve. Pizza seems to be a big thing at the moment, though I'm still not far enough into this thing for it to be of any consequence.

But that sad, lone potato gave me nothing but a shrug. I do realise that Disappearing messes with your brain chemistry, but right at this moment, I don't care if I ever eat another potato. It's just one of those things - you never know quite how a diet plan or a change of lifestyle is going to affect you,  and maybe I'll wake up tomorrow craving nothing but spuds all day long. But right now, this fels like a break-up with the world's most versatile and friendly tuber.

Let's see if that becomes a 'thing' or if I'm just talking out of my ass. And if it does become a thing, let's see what else is in store - never had the urge to swear off potatoes before, even at my most Disappearing crazy, so who knows. Another day, another Disappearing Ripple.