The last few days have been crowded with subjects to write about. The trouble is that there is just too much, I am feeling quite tetchy about a lot of it and it’s hard to write a post in those circumstances. It’s the opposite of writer’s block in many ways – plenty to write about, plenty of words coming through, but just so much to say I can’t process it all.
I went to the random subject generator to help me concentrate, and this is what it came back with –
Write about your relationship with food.
You know it isn’t your day when even the random subject generator is having a pop at you.
I carry, as you may have gathered over the years, a few extra pounds. I say “a few” – it might be a bit more than that. In fact I could probably do with losing weight equivalent to the bodyweight of an average jockey.
However, this is supposed to be about my relationship with food, not my relationship with small people who ride horses. I like jockeys, but couldn’t eat a whole one…
I don’t really have much of a relationship with food; it’s never around long enough for me to get to know it.
When I gave up smoking I did so by telling myself how disgusting it was every time I smelt cigarette smoke. It seems to have worked as, twenty years later, I am still off cigarettes.
I’m not sure it would work as well with food. I’m worried that if I made myself think of food as disgusting I might end up with an eating disorder. To be fair, it would take a few years before the weight loss became a problem, but you have to be careful about these things.
To avoid buying new clothes I could buy braces to keep my trousers up, which is something I’ve been considering anyway – it’s a middle-aged man thing. (That’s suspenders to you Americans, though suspenders are something different to us.) Very different.
I do love the way English differs from one side of the Atlantic to the other. The mental picture of middle-aged American men wearing suspenders is both amusing and horrifying.
I think I’ll leave it there and add some pictures of food.
Between writing “pictures of food” and actually posting the pictures I managed to fall asleep and wake up just after midnight to find I’d missed a day posting. Just as I thought I was doing so well…
That blue plate is a beauty. And for me, food as a subject never loses it’s appeal.
The plate is made just a few yards away from the cafe. 🙂
I share your pain as the choice between having a life worth living and been fit enough to live it is not helped by tasty food looming into view. Cheese should never have been invented.
I used to get phone calls from NHS to help me diet – you’d think that cheese was the invention of Beelzebub from the way they reacted to me eating cheese. Heroin seems to have a better reputation than cheese. Admittedly, heroin does seem to be better for keeping weight under control.
Cheese is a wonderful thing, but I had to quite eating it as it seems to cause a lot of inflammation n my case. My joints thank me. 🙂
:-0 I didn’t know it could do that.
That blue plate is quite gorgeous. As for subjects, sometimes when I start thinking I’ll write several blogs, it turns into one because all the subjects really were related…
Yes, it’s strange what happens when the writing takes over. 🙂
And I thought writer’s log jam was something you spread on your scones!
I must admit the word jam causes a Pavlovian response in me. 🙂
I am on a diet at the moment, it’s tough and pictures like yours don’t help!
Sorry, I will try to limit my food pictures…
Not sure there will be any this week as we are doing housework on Wednesday. Yes, it’s that time of year again!
Oh Gosh yes, 20th February, I almost forgot, must get the Dyson charged up!
I always feel it’s important to hoover…er…several times a year.