I’ve been on the snackless road for two weeks now and it’s a good time to reflect. Plus it’s snowing in a wet and unimpressive (or, according to Husband, “meaningless”) way. It is a pleasant way to pass a locked down Sunday morning, musing, blogging and watching the weather through the window.
1. I can negotiate the physical signals of hunger and fullness.
2. I don’t feel compelled to add or seek out salt.
3. I think my teeth are easier to clean.
4. My grocery bill is less.
1. Having an app to record my progress is an indespensable tool. I’ve long said smugness is one of the most enjoyable emotional states. Those killjoys who say smugness makes other people feel bad, well they should go away. I can be smug in private, feeling like Midas on a good day sticking my finger out to that tick-list app and BLING another day racked up snack and booze free. I know they say pride cometh etc, but I’m allowed some pleasure in life, sheesh.
2. Allowing a controlled, event-appropriate test snack was helpful to assess whether my choices were actually enjoyable. They were not. I did enjoy my tonic water, surprisingly. I did not like my snack, and it actually felt like a chore to “clean my plate.” Normally, I easily abandon food I’m not enjoying. It is interesting I felt like I had an obligation to finish what I had served myself.
3. I spend a lot of time suppressing anger and avoiding disagreement. This might be a function of lockdown, in that none of us feel able to have sufficient alone time.
4. Embracing the frustration of boredom (even while gritting one’s teeth and not picking fights with people) results in odd discoveries. Back at the beginning of this blog I said something about my friend Woowoo’s exhortation to embrace the desert. She never actually said these precise words, but she would have if I’d consulted her since she’s all about taking life exactly as it comes at you. Here are some of my discoveries.
Netflix, et al, are more boring than sitting in a chair and doing literally nothing at all. Reading books from pre-Enlightenment writers can be more interesting than today’s newspaper opinion columnists. Butterflies know what’s going on because it turns out the growing tips of stinging nettles are insanely delicious. Weather watching is relaxing.
5. Delightful experiences feel more intense, and I am grateful when I recognise them. The thrill of seeing the first shoots of wild garlic on our woodland walks. Ridiculously stumbling down the country lane in pitch black darkness to discover where the ambulance had been nee-nawing off to. Laughing at Husband’s hilarious turns of phrase, while completely sober. Sneaking a nibble of Mahonia flowers from the neighbours’ flower border and hoping they don’t catch me.