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!

Completely unnecessary greed…

Cornish mussels at the #Firehouse Bar and Grill, #St Ives. #Christmas icecream at #WillyWaller\’s, St Ives. Did I really need to brave the perilous birdlife of St Ives? No. I\’ve eaten far more than three bodies could possibly need in the past three days and all my skirts are tight. I go for a wander round a local beauty-spot with my brilliant daughter and…
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Did I mention the chips? I hate chips. But these were really truly homemade and they even found some spare homemade tartare sauce to dunk them in… Can\’t tell you how often I\’ve been disappointed by mass-produced \”homestyle\” chips in restaurants, but these were Real. The mussels were plump. The wine and cream yummy.
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Waddling along the little harbour where the mugger-seagulls lurk, we found an icecream parlour with Christmas ices: christmas pud icecream, stollen icecream and… mulled wine sorbet. Omigod.
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Except we didn\’t have cones. No, you must never have an icecream cone in St Ives harbour. Flying about there are large white birds with large flick-knife beaks, going Aark, Aark! You may think these are simply the European herring gull or Larus argentatus as they\’re known to the cognoscenti or indeed Wikipedia, protected because they are becoming rare.
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They are in fact a vicious subspecies, soon to be dubbed Larus icecreamnicka StIvesiensis. If you dare the harbour with an icecream cone, two large white bastards will divebomb your head so you drop your cone and their bloody chick catches it and gobbles it down.
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But we foiled \’em. We ate our icecreams in cups in the shop and blagged lots of samples as well. Ha! Starve, you evil avian pirates!
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And then we got some chocolate.

Christmas Bloody Christmas

I love Christmas. Really I do. What I hate is the four to five month build-up, starting in August. I know all the business reasons for this, with everyone trying to get in before everyone else and feeling they have to get it all sorted in summer. It\’s the same sort of lunacy that has shops doing Back To School offers before the poor kids have even broken up for the summer (and only lunatics buy kids their school uniform before the summer holidays when they\’re liable to grow an inch or three).
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It was great in Spain. There Christmas starts with a bang on the first of December and stops with los Reyes Magos on the 6th of January. It\’s fun and exciting and the tinsel doesn\’t have time to get tired and grubby and the kids don\’t get so wound up about all the stuff they want that they can\’t think straight.

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Yes, of course, I delete all the premature Christmas stuff, noting the companies that are the worst offenders to make sure I don\’t make the mistake of doing business with them.I do nothing about Christmas until the end of November.
Then from 1st December to 6th January I really enjoy it all – Christmas pud, tinsel, silly TV, daft presents, Christmas carols, the lot. Try it some time. You might like it.