January Brings the Diet… 3Steps to a Great Eating Habit

Yes, this is the result of a New Year\’s resolution but it\’s also because I want to brag – I\’ve just delivered another book for Kindle called \”3 Steps to a Great Eating Habit\” which is a book I\’ve actually been intending to write for about thirty years.

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This is my take on how to install a normal eating habit when you\’ve been pogoing between diets and binges for years. It\’s based on the latest research into our metabolisms which pins the blame for our blubber on sugar. I don\’t have a link for it yet, but when I do I\’ll post it here.

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I\’m my own experimental subject (again) so I\’ll be following my own recommendations from the book – starting with Step 2, stage 2 – come off sugar. I\’ll let you know how I get on!

 

 

Happy New Year. Happy Epiphany as well!

I stand up at Flushing Sailing Club!

I\’ve just come back from talking to Flushing Sailing Club about my books – mainly the Carey novels. Here\’s a picture of some of the audience, after a few pints.

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All right – quite a few had already left by the time I remembered to get a picture and they\’d had a good laugh, believe me.

 

 

 

 

Yes, I do it wearing my lovely purple corset. And?

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(This is a picture of me doing my talk. I don\’t think I normally look this hideous. Honest.) It makes sense when you know what my poetry is like – buy \”The Poetry Diet\” to find out.

Actually they were all really friendly and asked some highly expert questions about Elizabethans, the Borders and chocoholism.

I personally blame the fact that I\’ve been writing the latest Sir Robert Carey book (no title yet) and am eating industrial quantities of chocolate and patisserie.

 

 

PUBLISHING \”THE POETRY DIET\”

Or \”Why don\’t we all just wear corsets..?\” I believe that in today\’s literary marketplace there is room for a book of mildly pornographic poetry about chocolate, sex, food, bodies, food, dieting and chocolate. With recipes.
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If you have ever looked in the mirror and winced, struggled not to eat every chocolate in the box, been too intimidated by coat-hanger-shaped shop assistants to go into certain clothes shops… This book is for you.
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Thingley Press (West Country micropublishers extraordinaire) are bringing it out soon. It\’s not on their website yet because it\’s not quite finished, but it will be.
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The really great thing is that recent research has shown that simply reading poetry about chocolate will make you feel as if you just ate some.
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Honest.

The Magyar Diet part 2

So why is it that stockily built Hungarians who care nothing for their five-a-day veg and fruit, somehow manage to be fit and slim? Do they spend all day at the gym? Nope, though they do walk a lot.
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Are they constantly dieting? Hat nem! Which means, no way. Are they genetically gifted? I doubt it because being half-Hungarian hasn\’t saved me from a near-lifelong battle with my weight.
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I think one clue lies in the fact that the only time I ate a chocolate bar in a Budapest street, I felt seriously embarassed. The passers-by weren\’t staring at me exactly, they were too polite for that. But they were keeping an eye on me. It was as if they were saying to themselves \”What on earth is she doing? Why\’s she eating in the street? How very odd.\”
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And I realised, the way you do when you\’ve come to a fancy dress party that isn\’t, that nobody else was eating in the street. At all. Along with not seeing fat adults and not seeing fat children, I had not seen anyone walking along inhaling a sandwich or a pastry. Ever.
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In Cornwall, the streets are full of people gobbling down pasties as they go. Now I have nothing against pasties which I like very much, but it\’s undeniable that there are an awful lot more bubble-shaped people here than there.
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Rule no. 1, then, is: never ever eat in the street.