Saturday, September 30, 2006

Confessions of a Sybarite (like a hedonist, only more so)

Because this is the fasting month, I want to talk about food.

Moderation in all things, after all. Especially moderation. If you're gonna pig out, you may as well make it worth it.

Let me amend that. If I'm gonna pig out, I may as well make it worth it. (I want to look on my fat kindly, tracing every bulge with fondness)

Right, we did a lot of walking in England. Jackie and Simon are right keen on walks. But then, we ate more than we walked...so, now I am left with visions of Dorset apple cake. Also, lemon drizzle. Lemon pudding. And scones (the real stuff, freshly baked). And pork in apple cider. Also pate. And chorizo sausages. Some paella. Kit Kats and Cadbury chocolate. Purbecks ice cream (Dorset cream and butterscotch). Wine, wine, wine...oh to be squiffy now that autumn's here....!

I guess I should feel guilty about all this. And work out or something. But as I still haven't met anyone since I've been back (except for little sister Julie who is very polite about these things) and not been subject to:

"Oh my goodness, you've put on like, what is it, 10 kilos over there?" (puffs out cheeks to demonstrate) "Why'd you have to eat so much? Exerciselar, that's the only thing for it. Also it would be better for you to cut down on your food intake. A grapefruit now and then should do it..."

I have not been sufficiently self disgusted into activity.

Maybe tomorrow.

6 comments:

QuillDancer said...

Oh dear. I don't even "guilt" anymore. That muscle quit working long ago.

Jenn said...

Haha...today I feel my legs. That walk on that hill has finally taken its toll. Am aching all over.

goldennib said...

It's all memories.

Jenn said...

Yes. Now I need to do something about the memories. Eliminate the visual reminders...maybe tomorrow...

A thinker said...

Tomorrow...always tomorrow ;)

Jenn said...

A thinker: You betcha. Without the devil to blame things on, and tomorrow, to do things in, where would we be?