I tried my first cronut yesterday. You know, those croissant-donut hybrid thingies.
There’s a Zumbo patisserie near my new office and one of my new colleagues bought treats for everyone to share.
Cronuts are pretty awesome … I just don’t want to think about how many calories are jammed into those buttery layers of heaven.
When I got home from work, I cleaned my bathroom. Properly cleaned it with Gumption. All the grime gone. Eczema between my fingers because I forgot to wear rubber gloves.
Dieting and cleaning are my two least favourite activities on the planet. They’re both so Groundhog Day.
I could handle them if you just had to clean once or eat sensibly for a day and it was done for good, but it’s not. You have to keep doing it over and over and over again.
It feels so infuriatingly pointless.
Life is too short to spend crouched over a toilet bowl with a bottle of White King or saying no to cronuts.
But I’ve faced the fact both need to be done.
Consuming too much crap and living in filth just don’t fly.
I’ve been doing both for quite a while and it’s time to face the music.
I don’t want people to be nervous about coming to dinner at my house in case they catch something.
I also want to be able to wear the 75% of my wardrobe that is currently off limits to me. Actually, it’s not just about clothes, it’s about being healthy too.
I want to live a long and happy life and I’m not sure some of my dietary habits/crutches are contributing to that.
So it’s time to stop making the poor-separated-me excuses and take control of my life.
Gotta clean up my act.
There’s too much good stuff in my life to be clinging to the bad and blaming it for my failings.
I might join the youngest on her latest health kick. She wants to give up sugar again after the State Skipping Championships this weekend.
Not permanently, she tells me, just for a while.
If a 10-year-old can do it, surely I can too.
Song of the day: David Bowie “Changes”