Well so far I’ve managed not to give in to my crazy chocolate cravings and deliberately took a detour on the way out of the tube station last night so that I wouldn’t pass any shops. It’s not so bad today … perhaps it was a temporary aberration. I was giggling yesterday afternoon because, having written about my cravings, there was promptly a birthday celebration in our office (about three feet from my desk) involving piles of M&S chocolate cake, mini rolls and cornflake cakes. One of my well-meaning colleagues kept shoving a mini roll at me saying ‘oh, I’m sure there’s nothing too harmful in here, you can have one’. I had to leave the room.
Back when I first began the diet I instantly switched into purge mode and relentlessly cleared cupboards and cleaned my house. I thought this was simply a diversion from food and something that I’d got over, but since moving into my Dad’s flat I’ve realised I’ve started all over again. I’ve been there less than four days and so far have cleaned the bathroom, washed the curtains in the front room, cleaned the windows and washed the sofa covers. The sofa covers, incidentally, I did at one o’clock this morning. Now, if I don’t attribute this behaviour to the diet, then I fear I may actually be losing my marbles. In no way could I be described as a domestic goddess … the fact that I’ve spent the last two years in a house that looks like the aftermath of a gas explosion at a jumble sale is testament to that. God alone knows what I’ll get up to tonight … I’ll probably find myself polishing the coals in the gas fire or something equally crazy.
I’ve also been indulging in one of my slightly guilty pleasures … knitting. I bet you didn’t know that I was a bona fide geek, did you? Well, the truth is that my Nan taught me to knit when I was about three years old (and a particularly difficult child to keep entertained for more than two minutes at a time) and I love it. I’m not an expert, nor am I one of those keen types who’s in a knitting club or anything, but I’m reasonably competent and can happily lose myself for hours on end while I’m doing it. So I decided that I’d take advantage of the Boy’s absence, keep the cat company on the sofa and embark on a project or two to re-stock my hollow wardrobe. I’m currently attempting to make a sweater dress. It may well turn out to look like a sack of potatoes and be swiftly consigned to an alternative career as a duster, but I don’t care and I’m having a crack at it. You never know … perhaps I’ll be modelling some of my own designs by the autumn! But, in all seriousness, for anyone on this diet who doesn’t know what to do with themselves when they’d normally be cooking or eating, it’s a pretty good distraction … and it’s apparently quite hip to knit these days, so I’m told 🙂
Right … vegetable soup for me now. I’ll just have to close my eyes and pretend that it’s actually made by Cadbury’s …