Day 12 – Running In A Thunderstorm And A Nesquik Cereal Addiction
|Calories in||Calories out||Deficit|
I survived the rather weak electrical storm of the Algarve yesterday. I went out like this and paraded slowly around the village of Pata to do a 5k which was enjoyable (mainly because I didn’t get blasted in the cock by lightning).
The weather this weekend has been a bit shit but I was lucky to have 5 clear days of sunshine before. From today onwards the rain is to stop and I’ll have 10 more days to get some serious miles in and hopefully sample some new food.
I hate these low calorie days. I had an entire box of Nesquik cereal for dinner and it meant I had limited options for the rest of the day. I don’t know why I eat this way. I’m still picking up little Nesquik chocolate balls that have stuck to my feet in the apartment here and they act as a sad reminder of yesterday.
I tried eating one earlier. That’s how hungry I am. I’ve no food left from yesterday and I keep eating all of my calories in the morning and then having nothing for ages. It’s like a retarded version of intermittent fasting.
Low calorie diets are so difficult to stick to. Even keeping to a calorie allowance of 3,000 calories a day is difficult for me. It’s why I run long and slow every day. I may not burn calories as quickly as other people but by going longer I’m burning fat more consistently and it gives me choice through the day.
I’m obviously not addressing the reasons why I eat like an 11 year old with an eating disorder.
I just stick shit in my head and hope it doesn’t kill me. I love chocolate but as I eat it more and more it tastes shittier.
I’ve never been interested in cooking shows or anything to do with the topic. People always offer me home made stuff in offices and I try not to eat it as I have to say it tastes good otherwise they’ll get fucking offended and I can’t handle shitty office politics like that.
I tried watching the Great British Bake Off but I just wanted to rip my eyeballs out. I only passed my Home Economics exam in school because my teacher took pity on me and said something kind like ‘Matt is really enthusiastic about food’ and gave me a C.
I don’t believe in the patriarchy or anything, I just don’t have an interest in cooking. I work in I.T so I’m compensated well for the work I do so I can pay people to prepare food. Maybe one day I’ll start cooking like my dad did. One of my first memories of him was the time he had to make me ‘dinner’ because my mother was in hospital for an operation.
He called me downstairs, opened up a can of tuna, poured it onto a plate and said ‘here you go son, lunch’. No fucking about. Eventually he started cooking more and got into it and he wasn’t bad at it.
I guess I’m embarrassed that I don’t cook. I run a ‘health’ blog and I barely know what a fucking sauce pan does.
Here’s my diary for yesterday. Another small deficit but I’m keeping the momentum going.