Because of trying to eat low-carb, my work lunchtimes are stultifying similar: essentially salad in the summer and soup in the winter. I don't know why a sandwich seems more interesting and should seem to have more variables but it does.
I tend to eat the same thing until I can stand it no more and I am lacking inspiration to think of new combinations - so I thought I'd ask you.
At the moment I'm eating chicken and avocado - leaves, marinaded chicken, half an avocado and a couple of baby tomatoes with balsamic dressing
Previous choices I'm now sick of:
1) Smoked salmon and prawn with Marie Rose sauce, half an avocado, cucumber and leaves
2) Proscuitto, dolcelatte and fig with leaves and balsamic dressing
Any bright non-carb ideas? Any soup ideas also welcome!
Today I have a day's leave and am meeting my mum, niece and nephew to do a treasure hunt in the City and a trip on the river bus and cable car. Should be active and as my brother lives in Cheshire, I don't see them much.
Tomorrow we have an epic hike with friends - including pub lunch. I had to check with them whether they'd be okay for a 10 miler as last time we took friends hiking, they were so exhausted they fell asleep in their dinner! Oops.
Friday, 15 August 2014
Monday, 11 August 2014
Clothes line
Do you know, I am actually glad we're not going on holiday this year? And that is only because of the agonies about clothes. Much more so if it's somewhere hot where I might have to wear a swimsuit - or look odd. Or look a damn sight more than odd in a swimsuit of course!
As it is I'm fretting at the back of my mind about dinner in a posh hotel restaurant for P's birthday. I seem to be treating it like I treat mirrors - I look at it out of the corner of my eye, and yet manage not to see beyond which is necessary. Although if I don't get on and book it, it won't happen anyway. A couple of years ago we went there and I wore a navy lace pencil skirt and a satin belted kimono jacket and actually felt pretty good: I was at least 2 sizes smaller. My pencil skirt days are behind me literally and metaphorically.
We've been doing lots of hiking - in fact so much that I struggle to stay awake on Saturday evenings. I'm also trying to do one or two long walks during the week. Does this help? Who knows. I suppose it gives me the illusion of trying but I don't think I'm any slimmer.
Still putting some effort in to food - I manage a healthy, low-carb breakfast, lunch and dinner but I'm eating too much fruit and too many snacks. The odd bag of crips (even lower calorie ones) DOES count and I need to stop that. I seem to be hungry a lot at the moment and I don't know why. Mind you, there's an unopen bag of nuts on my desk that I could eat instead of Wotsits and must. They'd fill me up too. It's just they're so..... worthy. No matter. I pledge: no more crisps.
As it is I'm fretting at the back of my mind about dinner in a posh hotel restaurant for P's birthday. I seem to be treating it like I treat mirrors - I look at it out of the corner of my eye, and yet manage not to see beyond which is necessary. Although if I don't get on and book it, it won't happen anyway. A couple of years ago we went there and I wore a navy lace pencil skirt and a satin belted kimono jacket and actually felt pretty good: I was at least 2 sizes smaller. My pencil skirt days are behind me literally and metaphorically.
We've been doing lots of hiking - in fact so much that I struggle to stay awake on Saturday evenings. I'm also trying to do one or two long walks during the week. Does this help? Who knows. I suppose it gives me the illusion of trying but I don't think I'm any slimmer.
Still putting some effort in to food - I manage a healthy, low-carb breakfast, lunch and dinner but I'm eating too much fruit and too many snacks. The odd bag of crips (even lower calorie ones) DOES count and I need to stop that. I seem to be hungry a lot at the moment and I don't know why. Mind you, there's an unopen bag of nuts on my desk that I could eat instead of Wotsits and must. They'd fill me up too. It's just they're so..... worthy. No matter. I pledge: no more crisps.
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