I’ve fallen into the rut of buying breakfast at work too though. This is due to late nights and my chronic inability to get out of bed until absolutely necessary in the mornings. It’s cheap, so the budget is fine (£2 for a sausage in a bun with mustard and a bottle of Coke Zero to fuel my slowly diminishing addiction) but the actual food I buy isn’t particularly healthy (aforementioned sausage, bread and fizzy drink). I am getting less exercise as well, since I have less free time. I’m enforcing a strict 30 minute walk policy at lunch which my lunch-mate has accepted under some duress, but that’s probably in the region of 100-200 calories burnt depending on how long we go for and weather (mostly weather). It’s not bad, but remembering that my breakfast is in the region of 350 calories and my lunch/dinner is 1000 combined I’m on target, just.
I am currently recovering from my first all-nighter in a long, long time. And boy does it hurt. I drank a lot. So much that most of my dieting work has been undone in one fell swoop, or so it feels. I’ll feel guilty about that when I stop feeling zombified; until then I’m locked… Continue reading The Bit Between Revelry and Recovery
I’ve finally got around to writing an action scene! And boy, was I surprised how easily I got distracted. I was shocked and appalled that my main character would begin to scheme or analyse something that took the narrative down a very different – albeit, interesting – route than expected. Why did this happen? Well,… Continue reading Action Does Not Equal Combat
People who are dieting might not be fit, and people who exercise might not be thin. I write this while chowing down on a Chicago Town (brand not location) microwaveable pizza having spent my whole day inside, so I am not going to claim to be either. It is, however, an important fact to accept.… Continue reading Dieting Vs Exercise Vs Enjoyment