In case you haven’t noticed (which, let’s be real, you probably haven’t), I’ve been in a bit of a rut with my blog recently. Constantly stuck between oversharing and doing the absolute minimum, it’s stopped me from doing anything whatsoever. However, it’s probably time that I start posting semi-regular content so hi! I’m back (for now) and apparently also back at my overuse of brackets.
In terms of what’s been happening besides melting in an office chair on a frequent basis, I’ve been thinking a lot about food recently. Like, a lot. For someone who is not and will never be a food blogger this is set to be my second post about it, so bear with.
Last month I went on holiday and spent about 99% of the time avoiding sitting/standing up in a bikini for fear that somebody would think I “looked fat” and, in all honesty, this was not an attention thing whatsoever. In the weeks leading up to my holiday, I had literally been eating everything in sight, which led to me feeling less than confident while I was away. Let’s just say that if you’re not feeling your best, scrolling through the Grace Fit Guide Facebook group is the worst thing to do. Pictures of people working out are not what you need when you’re looking like a slightly larger than normal lobster but, yeah.
I spend most of my life flitting somewhere between constantly eating and not eating whatsoever. Normally the former is out of boredom and the latter is out of laziness. There’s genuinely never been a time in my life where I’ve been like “oh, it’s the morning now. Suppose I should eat breakfast because that’s what people do in the morning”. It took a while but in the middle of me eating my mid-morning Fruit Pastille ice lolly, I had an epiphany – maybe if I ate like a normal person I would actually not have to casually drape towels across my mid-section while on holiday and that I would actually be able to walk to the bar/the pool/the toilet without the need to put my clothes back on.
Okay, so I’m aware that it might seem like a big jump for someone who eats chicken every other day of the week (I’m talking about me, by the way) to turn into a fully-fledged vegan so there’s not much point telling you that within a week I’ll be transformed and born-again because frankly, that’s probably not going to happen. In some scenarios, it’s easy to chop out certain food groups but if your stomach is as unpredictable as mine, you’ll know that it’s challenging. However, after many a discussion, I’ve decided it’s probably best for me to start making some healthier choices so I won’t be hiding away on my next holiday (two months and counting…) So for now, that’s where I’m at with that, let’s just see what happens though, okay?