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.
Today I found out that, for the first time in a while, I am not obese.
This definition comes from the NHS BMI calculator – check out if you like. Take heed of this warning, though – Body Mass Index is a lying son of a bitch.
“but it’s a proven medical concept!” – Oh yeah? Got any healthy mates? Athletic ones? People who maybe use the gym twice a week year round? Go check out their BMI. You’ll find they’re overweight, probably obese.
I’m sure I must have written about this before now, but I’m going to do it again. Partly because it’s important to me, partly because I can write about it, and a lot to help any budding writers, poets, artists, sculptors, musicians etc out there who get down about “not being serious about their art”.
This is a ridiculous phrase used by the insecure, the untalented and the elitist.