Tinned Asparagus with Fiery Mustard is Not Nice.
Yep, I know I’ve gone on about this Jenny Craig diet loads, it’s because it’s the biggest blogging project I’ve ever done and it involves an actual lifestyle change. And let me tell you, it’s not easy, not at all!
I have allocated meals, allocated snacks, allocated permitted side dishes I source myself, and no allocation of 100gram bars of chocolate. None whatsoever *whimpers*. I swear I may go into chocolate withdrawal and start shaking.
We had tea at 4.15pm today, we NEVER eat that early, and do you know why we did? Because I was starving and had eaten my afternoon snack at 1.30pm in the afternoon. After my tea I ate my allocated evening snack which was a yoghurt, that was at about 5pm. Then I began to daydream about pudding: Chocolate Cake, Coffee Cake, Sticky Toffee Pudding with Custard, Blueberry Muffins, Flapjacks…… They shouldn’t have capital letters in front of them, but in my mind’s eye they were the portion size of small buildings so I thought they deserved capitalizing. Then I ate some home-made popcorn which isn’t apparently so bad. Still not enough.
I am officially not as cocky about this as I thought I was. The evenings are torturous, there are ‘free’ foods (ie ones that don’t have calories really so don’t matter so much) but I don’t seem to have any of them in the cupboard because we need to do shopping. I’m also quite short on iron because of my colitis, so I had the bright idea of eating asparagus. I love asparagus normally, it’s also green so has the appropriate vitamins, but it is a bit bland and when you plan to eat a whole tin at once because you’re a greedy guts it’s easy to think, ‘I’ll just add a bit of something’. I added mustard, it was absolutely dire. I scraped the mustard off in an attempt to eat it anyway, but failed fairly miserably.
There is a bowl in the front room half filled with mauled asparagus, smeared in burny bright yellow mustard. My mouth still tastes a bit like fiery pondweed. (Not that I’ve eaten a lot of pondweed, but you catch my drift) and I still want cake.
Apart from that life is the same as ever, keeping on keeping on. I’ve felt hassled to pieces recently, same as always. We have had new doors put in and two new windows which is lovely – apart from that our builder has got gout and can’t come back to finish the job for a bit which is a shame. So, the window looks rather scruffy without the window frames (it has that bright yellow custardy foam stuff holding it in place), and our doors aren’t edged properly. Still! Our house has a sort of faded, knackered glory to it, and the windows and doors now fit in nicely with that theme. Whoop de doo! I do actually think the poor bloke has gout so I don’t blame him really, and as long as the doors and windows close and keep out draughts and burglars I’m not so fussy. Just as long as it’s not left for months or I’ll be doing another Homebase rant and nobody wants one of them!
The kids are fine. Sausage spent today wandering around looking like a chimney sweep because Darlek used some random facepaints to make him look like Batman yesterday. They won’t wash off properly! His face was almost completely black last night, I got a fair bit off him, but his eyebrows look very big and dark, and his cheeks look very grey. In fact, he could do quite a good impression of a zombie.
Darlek is fine too, she’s regularly getting herself ready for school in the mornings which is a great help and she’s started trying to get Sausage ready too because she says she wants to be helpful. She’s such a love. Mind you this morning I nearly had a fit because both of them were slipping around all over the place on the school run and she kept insisting on running. I had visions of fractured kneecaps and carrying her back up the hill. I yelled the old ‘If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you twice, in fact I think I’ve told you three or four times, DO NOT RUN!’ in an overly aggressive manner this morning, and felt like a proper cow, but I suppose it has to be done. Normally I’m shouting at them to run or hurry up because we’re late, they can’t win, poor souls.
The Tooth Fairy visited the other day too, which was exciting for Darlek. One of her front teeth fell out about a week ago, and today her other front tooth fell out too. She is struggling with her ‘S’ sound at the moment which is kind of cute really. I reckon she could eat spaghetti with her teeth clamped together now and I’m almost tempted to try an experiment to see if she can. Maybe I’ll do spag bol tomorrow.
I’d write more, but I want a cup of tea and I need to dispose of that awful green mess of food in the other room. I aim to update more of my ‘Fortnight in France’ shortly. I’m sorry if I’m going on and on and on and on and on about it, it’s just it was such a leisurely holiday and I had the luxury of sitting and writing for as long as I wanted without the usual everyday pressures. Heaven! If anyone wants to pay for me to go on holiday and just write reams about stuff and nonsense I’ll happily oblige. That’s not a hint. (Yes it blummin well is!)
So, that’s goodnight from me and goodnight from the vilest mini-recipe you’ve ever heard off. Mind the bed bugs don’t bite and please do have a slice of cake for me will you, just because I can’t/shouldn’t/desperately want one. *whimpers again*