Don't you just love crisps? If I had a choice, I would eat them every day, packets of them. I love the crunch and the saltiness. I love the tang of vinegar or prawn cocktail flavours. I like to lick the flavour off my fingers afterwards, savouring that last blast of monosodium glutamate.
Weeks go by when I won't keep crisps in the house, because I can't control my urges. I can't buy crisps for the kids without munching through the bumper pack myself. So, I have to ban such temptation for my own good.
Recently, I've been having a bad time on the will power front. I have rediscovered those Kettle crisps, that come in disgustingly large bags. Each family bag is a meal in itself. I love the balsamic vinegar and sea salt flavour ones, hidden inside dark blue packaging, like a sinful night. I confess, I am capable of eating a whole bagful in an evening - 150g of fat laden pleasure.
I have no cure for crispophilia, but I do have temporary measures to prevent too much waistline damage. I have discovered that you can get nearly the same hit using just the flavourings. Segments of tomato dosed with balsamic vinegar and salt give much the same kick. OK, so they don't crunch, but they do satisfy pretty well, without any of the calories.
If I could just find a way to add vinegar to something crunchy without making it soggy, I would be even happier. Is the world ready for the crunchy tomato, yet? Please don't suggest celery, it really is just string and water, even if it does crunch.
Thursday, 22 October 2009
Wednesday, 7 October 2009
Still Fat and Happy
Oh dear, I have been a lax bunny, failing to write any blog here. Nothing much has changed, really. I quit the gym after months of sweating away revealed I'd lost no weight at all. Clearly this is not the way forward.
No, don't give me that. I went every week and gave it a thoroughly good work out, but it just didn't offset the lardy layer. The stress of work is still the major contributor, and until I stop doing that, I don't think the weight will come off.
There was an article in the TES last week about fat being a teaching issue. How well I know! I could have written that. Poor, stressed teachers are turning to comfort food to try and get them through the day. Well, maybe it's not quite like that. I always end up reaching for the quick, sugary or fattening because I am so tired I don't know what to do with myself and I still have another 3 hours of meetings/ marking / parent's evenings to get through. Others reach for the beer as a de-stresser at the end of the day. Either way, teaching is not a good lifestyle choice. It sucks.
Max, my health advisor has been great. He's given me a weekly food group recorded to tally up how many times I put different foods in my mouth. It is quite interesting to see the demographic. I don't eat nearly as much fruit and veg as I thought I did. I substitute cheese for protein, meaning I eat too much 'dairy', and I eat way too much 'bad' food.
Trouble is, I have no self will. Ask me if I fancy a bit of cake and I'm going to say 'yes'. People who answer that question with 'ooh, no, I just had a carrot stick' frankly baffle me. Still, it is interesting that since I've been tallying it up, I've made a couple of positive choices about having an apple or something, rather than a flapjack. I can't say it happens often, but it has happened, so maybe there is hope for the future??
Besides, last time I got on the scales, Max smiled encouragingly and said "You've lost 100g".
Woppy doo!
In six weeks.
Best go and have a lie down.
No, don't give me that. I went every week and gave it a thoroughly good work out, but it just didn't offset the lardy layer. The stress of work is still the major contributor, and until I stop doing that, I don't think the weight will come off.
There was an article in the TES last week about fat being a teaching issue. How well I know! I could have written that. Poor, stressed teachers are turning to comfort food to try and get them through the day. Well, maybe it's not quite like that. I always end up reaching for the quick, sugary or fattening because I am so tired I don't know what to do with myself and I still have another 3 hours of meetings/ marking / parent's evenings to get through. Others reach for the beer as a de-stresser at the end of the day. Either way, teaching is not a good lifestyle choice. It sucks.
Max, my health advisor has been great. He's given me a weekly food group recorded to tally up how many times I put different foods in my mouth. It is quite interesting to see the demographic. I don't eat nearly as much fruit and veg as I thought I did. I substitute cheese for protein, meaning I eat too much 'dairy', and I eat way too much 'bad' food.
Trouble is, I have no self will. Ask me if I fancy a bit of cake and I'm going to say 'yes'. People who answer that question with 'ooh, no, I just had a carrot stick' frankly baffle me. Still, it is interesting that since I've been tallying it up, I've made a couple of positive choices about having an apple or something, rather than a flapjack. I can't say it happens often, but it has happened, so maybe there is hope for the future??
Besides, last time I got on the scales, Max smiled encouragingly and said "You've lost 100g".
Woppy doo!
In six weeks.
Best go and have a lie down.
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