A lunch to remember

Alrighty then, back to the grind of Uni and starvation (I mean healthy eating).

Yes its a joke. well sort of. You see the thing is these bloody cravings just won't leave. Even though I'm feeding myself better than I have in years, its amazing how I still feel like a good-old-fashioned gorge-fest now and then. The difference between now and last year is that I've found the willpower (most of the time) to ignore that feeling and wait for it to disappear.

Let me explain.

I really have to tell you about lunch today. I haven't been the the Refectory this year until today and because my Monday lecture finished at 1pm I thought I'd check out the 2011 menu. Mmmm, (drool) Roast Pork, and not that pretend thin sliced pre-packaged crap you often get in cafeterias, the real stuff slow cooked tender and a real selection of vegies. Only one problem though.... crackle.... mmmm.... crackle. Now I should tell you that every fibre of my body was screaming at me in unison "YOU DON'T NEED IT" and I knew that this was a make or break moment in the fight against the craving monster. Yes, no, yes, no, the battle raged vehemently inside until a decision was necessary, mainly due to the three people behind me who really wanted lunch. So I'm pleased to say that after struggling with the decision for what seemed like an eternity...

I got the Crackle.

And god it was good.

And I'm not sorry one little bit. You see, in my previous life (that is the one where I did everything at 100km/hr before crashing back to earth) I would have skipped that little pleasure and then a few more in the ensuing days until I reached a critical point and binged. But not any more, it small pleasures all the way and plenty of the good stuff to balance it out. So hopefully this is a sustainable plan this time. It really does feel like it.

Hang on that doesn't explain how I beat my cravings at all.

Oh well who cares, I did love that crackle.

Till tomorrow,

P