You wanna know what is the stupidest bit of dieting advice ever? When people say not to go to the supermarket on an empty stomach. What are you supposed to do? Stay at home and starve to death? Order in pizza so you can fill up before you go shopping?
I guess some people go to the supermarket before their cupboards are bare but that seems like a waste of time to me.
The best advice is to not go to the supermarket at all. Companies spent zillions of dollars getting their products placed in supermarkets so you buy crap that you don’t want. You can’t resist. They know how you think.
Shop at the markets where you get seasonal fruit and vegetables, not 6 month old crap from a cold room that goes rotten a day after you buy it. Where you can joke with the stallholders while they shout the specials of the day.
Shop at the butchers where you can buy the meat you want, not a prepackaged slab and where they grind your mince while you wait so you can see what’s in it.
Shop at the small stores where you don’t have to waste hours of your life in a line full of screaming kids because the shareholders would rather have an extra buck fifty in their pockets than pay someone minimum wage to open another register.
Sometimes I give myself challenges to see how long I can go without setting foot inside a supermarket. I think my record is three months. Then I had to take my sister to get cheap Lemsip. Supermarkets make you evil and cranky. They put things in stupid places so you can never find them and you wander aimlessly from one aisle to the next.
Supermarkets are the epitome of all that is evil in capitalist society. Resist. Fight the power. Eat food that’s been purchased with joy.
I went for my first run today since being injured. But, damnation, I woke up feeling sore today than I have for a week or so. Not sure if I slept funny or if it’s just the result of Thursday’s massage. Since I’d organised to meet Simon, I had to turn up. I did a km warm up while waiting for him but we mostly walked. All up I did about 5 km but only ran 2 km of that.
There’s a big part of me that wanted to really, really push myself. I think that part is closely connected to part that’s feeling hella bad about scoffing down all the chocolates Andrew brought over last night.
We went house hunting yesterday and found a nice place. We have to put in the application today so fingers crossed. I’d almost talked myself out of moving yesterday – thinking this place isn’t so bad – when the owner’s son turned up. I was in my room with the window and he didn’t know, just came down the side of the house and stuck his head in my window. I opened the front door for him and asked him to never do that again. He blabbered on with some bullshit story and told me if I wanted privacy, I should shut my blinds!!!!
I don’t even know why he was here – he said he wanted to show the empty room to someone but he had no one with him and the ’empty’ room is full of (most likely stolen) office furniture. He went into the room and did something then left.
I fully believe that if I’d not been in my room, he’d have climbed in through the window. Now I’m worried about leaving my window open if I’m in another part of the house. I’m also worried about he’s storing in the empty room.
The sooner I get out of here, the better.