...my scales as much as I thought I would this morning, it was quite liberating not to go through the disappointment of not seeing at least a half pound loss - perhaps there is something to be said in not getting on the scales every day after all. Still when I get them back I'll probably be compelled to get on them straight away.
I've found after gradually going off meat in the past year or so (chicken, haven't touched red meat in years) I'm beginning to think I could maybe do without fish too. I now only have brown rice and wholemeal pasta after I read something about GOOD CARBOHYDRATES and weight loss.
A collegue at work was talking in glowing terms about how cheap it was to buy all her meat from an abbatoir when we were discussing how much things in the shops have gone up, and as she was talking I was getting awful mental images of animal flesh and blood splattered all over the place and felt quite queasy. My son is lucky if he gets meat at all now and rightly or wrongly I find myself saying at times "I'd rather not cook you a dead animal for dinner if that's all right". The idea of touching dead animal flesh and putting it in the oven has become repulsive. And what he doesn't know is for the past couple of years the chicken curry he likes me to cook isn't chicken at all, it's QUORN, and I don't think anything would be gained by telling him. When I casually suggested one night we have QUORN he practically vomited; so I think mum's the word!
