May 2 – Eating Plans

Tell us how you wish you ate if it’s different from your day-to-day reality.

I would love to be the sort of person who could just wake up at stupid o’clock, go and do a workout at the gym, come home and make something ridiculously healthy like an egg-white omelette, then go to work, and have four or five small meals throughout the day, then come home to have a small meal before going to bed at 9pm and getting about nine or ten hours sleep.

May 1 – Meal Time

Tell us how you eat: do you sit down to three meals, eat several small meals, or grab a granola bar on the run?

I almost don’t even want to write this post, because I already know that I’m going to get flack for it, because I don’t really eat properly… well, I mean I do, but I also don’t.

Jan 2: Pressure = Obligation

What are you currently feeling pressure to do that you don’t particularly enjoy?

Well, I’m currently on holidays, so I’m not actually feeling much pressure to do anything. I really want to get my lazy arse up to date with all my blog posts – and I must say, yesterday I managed to smash out a whopping 16 blog posts one after the other… That was something that I felt a lot of pressure to achieve, and I really wanted to have it all done before New Years, but I just didn’t get a chance to do so.

But now that I’m home alone (Hulk is back @ work), it’s now 12:10pm, I’m still in my PJ’s on the couch with my laptop, listening to some music by Medina (Check her out on iTunes, she’s got a few really catchy tracks!)

One thing I’m feeling pressure to do is to be more social. It started with New Years Eve. I had no intentions of going out whatsoever because I couldn’t stand the thought of being squished into a nightclub, sweating my hole out, surrounded by stinky drunk disgusting gays and the aroma of smoke, alcohol and b.o. NO THANK YOU.

However, Hulk had made the decision that we were going out much to my dislike. The reality was that it wasn’t as packed as I had anticipated, which was good, and we were out with some great people, which made the night much more bearable. So I ended up enjoying myself…

My problem is that, generally I just don’t like people that much. There’s only a select few of people that I know that I could quite happily spend hours with, without wanting to slowly bleach my retinas, or gouge my eyes out with a piece of rusty tin.

But that’s just a constant in my life. I dislike people in general, which is kinda bad, because it just makes me want to interact with people less and less. I really should change that.

However, given that I’m now getting over the festive season, I do have one underlying pressure I’m placing on myself… to lose weight. Ugh.

Seeing as how for the last two weeks of the year, all I’d done is eat myself stupid… the pinnacle being Christmas Day / Boxing Day, as well as far too much chocolate, I have now got a healthy bouncy little food baby… and I’d like to get rid of it.

However, in order to do so, it means I have to do excercise… but the type of exercise that I absolutely loathe… weights. And I don’t lift weights. I can’t think of anything more boring… and I feel so incredibly self conscious about doing weights in a gym, so the whole thing becomes a complete nightmare.

See… this is what I basically anticipate happening. I know that it won’t because I physically wouldn’t be able to lift anything more than my 5kg baby weights… but it’s the only image I get in my head. That, and the constant intimidation of being surrounded by all these fit muscly guys all watching me and judging me. Fuck that. It stresses me out too much… and how do I deal with stress?? Eat. And what do I have a table full of, waiting to be eaten? Chocolates. And thus, the vicious cycle begins.

I recently stepped out of my comfort zone to try a fitness class I’ve never done before, and it nearly bloody killed me… and I was sore for days afterwards. If anything, I might do that again… start off with something achievable…

 

Dec 6 – More Time

What do you wish you had more time to do each day?

Sleep.

Writing.

Sleeping.

Baking.

Did I mention sleeping?

Dec 4 – Seconds

How often do you go back for seconds?

Let’s just talk about this in relation to food in general. So, when Hulk and I have dinner at home, we usually have pretty big dinners so seconds aren’t really an option. Most of the time we have a huge salad and then some meat like lean beef or kangaroo. Yes. Kangaroo.. and by then end of it, we’re both usually quite full.

However, there are times when I might be so hungry I could eat a baby and then it’s on!

I’m the person that shouldn’t be taken to a buffet because of the amount of food I can put away on an empty stomach, and if I’m really hungry, then it’s fucking on like Kong!!

One of our favourite places to eat is a sushi train restaurant in the city. It’s small and compact, and all the dishes to around and around on all different coloured plates, and more often than not, we’ve both got a large pile of plates before we’re even aware of what’s happened. You just start eyeing off food as soon as you sit down. And the worst part about sushi train? Everything is small and easy to eat, so you just shovel it away before you start looking down the conveyor belt with dilated pupils thinking ‘MORE!! GIVE. ME. MORE!!’

…then there’s desserts. JEEBUS. That’s like my kryptonite. I just can’t get enough.