Making a hog of myself

I try to be good. I try really hard. But it's difficult, you know, it really is. I do my best to eat right, exercise regularly, flush out my toxins and exfoliate the skin cells. But it's hard work. After a session of recharging my batteries on a low sodium, lite diet, all I want to do is collapse on the sofa in front of the TV with a can of Guinness and a bag of chips. I have 2 dogs who exercise me daily, pulling me for miles on pavements and over fields. I love walking, even if it is to the off license or the Chinese take-away, and walk an average of 4 miles each day but still the pounds that have jiggled around and finally made my hips their home refuse to budge.

Oh what the heck? Let's tell the truth, I love food! I adore eating! I love the smell, the taste, the joy of it. Eating out is one of life's greatest pleasures. To have someone else prepare and cook dinner for me is wonderful. To have them clean up afterwards and wash the dishes, is divine. I strongly believe in that old adage "a little of what you fancy does you good" but my problem there is that I always fancy more than a little. Chocolate is my heroin. If it's in the house, I have to eat it. When I crave it, I have to buy it. When I've eaten it, I want more. I once gave up my addiction for a whole 12 months. Can you imagine, no chocolate for a whole year? It didn't make me feel any better though so now I'm making up for lost time!

I once went completely vegan for 6 months but only until I realised I couldn't cook. The veggie recipe books available then were quite limited and most dishes included mysterious brown stuff you could only buy in specialist wholefood shops. I realised I couldn't live on raw salad for ever... so I included chicken and fish in my diet and that's how it's been for the last 13 years. Like a smoker who gave up their vice many years ago, I still having cravings - only mine aren't for tipped Marlborough's. Whenever I smell bacon frying in a pan, I could quite easily throw the last 13 pig-free years and get stuck in to a crispy bacon sandwich, the fat from the bacon soaking the bread and oozing into the brown sauce - yum!!

And with that delicate thought, dear reader, I'll leave you again for another week. Get out there and have a bit of what you fancy. It does you good.


Glenda Young is also the writer of the weekly Coronation Street Update on the net, and can be contacted at:

glenda@londonmall.co.uk

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