When fruit just ain't enough
Today's Weight 205.0lbs
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Don’t most people lose their appetite in hot weather? That's normal behaviour, right? Not for me, apparently. Yesterday and today it was 35C in our office (knocking on 100F), and for both days I was absolutely tormented by food cravings.
I kept filling my bottle up at the water fountain in the vain hope that filling up on water would do the trick, and I ate a banana, then a nectarine, then another nectarine, then an orange, then a handful of cherries….and I was still hungry. The desire for food was like a hot needle in my brain – for the life of me I couldn’t concentrate on anything else.
Basically what I wanted was one of two things. I wanted something either crunchy or doughy and chewy. Nothing else satisfied. A naked Brad Pitt coulda come and perched on the edge of my desk holding a packet of buns, and it would've been the buns (of the bread variety, heh heh) that I'd have made a grab for. So you can see why fruit, although it was sweet and cold and delicious, just didn’t hit the spot.
When I got home K had prepared me a beautiful mixed salad with Jersey potatoes and flaked tuna. My mouth watered, until I saw that for himself he’s prepared grilled honey-glazed bacon and a grilled chicken fillet on a soft white roll, with barbeque sauce and salad. Teasing bastard! Damn, his meal looked good. It looked better than mine. Hell, I deserved it more than he did. Hadn’t I been slaving away in an oven-hot office for ten bloody hours while he’d been snoozing in the garden? It just wasn’t fair!
It took every ounce of willpower not to snatch it out of his hand and wolf it down, ‘cos man, I wanted it so bad I could almost taste it. I didn’t do it though. Wanted to, but didn’t. Big difference. He offered me a bite (maybe he saw me sitting in a puddle of drool) and I resisted, AND I lied through my teeth and said I was perfectly satisfied with my salad. I wanted to throw the bloody salad in the bin and sink my choppers into his lovely bacon and chicken buttie, but I didn’t. Nor did I go on a compensatory chocolate binge later to make up for my feelings of deprivation (although it did cross my mind to).
Does this mean I’ve conquered my food demons? Yay, me! They came, they tempted, and I kicked their arse! Hopefully this means I’ll weigh 120lbs by this time next week. Yowzer!
