I’m currently trying to be healthy. Ignoring the vast array of titbits that are bought everyday at my office I am determined to get back some semblance of my flat(ish) stomach that I had before Winter came along and helped me consume a dress size in comfort food.
Picture by L. Marie
I have no issue with swapping mash potato with salad. I love a good Greek salad and tabbouleh dressed with freshly squeezed lemon or tomatoes dressed in no more than fresh basil and olive oil.
The problem I have found is fresh food. Due to the severe lack of frozen salad produce or long life stir fry veg I am forced into shopping several times a week on top of my larger online shop. I would love to grow herbs and vegetables but I live in a flat with no access to a garden and I’m pretty sure that Wandsworth council would not appreciate me digging up their common.
This means I must face the trial that is avoiding the bakery section, making a tight swerve to avoid the cakes and biscuits and leaping over the last hurdle of chocolates and sweets as I reach the finish line. It’s gonna be hard but I know I can do it… well at least until my birthday and it would be rude to deny others the pleasure of buying me cake.