Originally Posted by
Jimmy Floyd
The problem with diet - I find, at least, as I continue my perennial effort to stay on/reach the right side of the overweight / fat cunt line - is that when one lives a normal life, it's hard work. I mean, our lives all vary to some degree - I don't have kids, some of you do, I go out to the office every day, others work from home, or whatever - but all of us are basically trapped in some sort of cycle of mild or extreme drudgery, laden with huge amounts of obligations just to keep the show on the road, with only fleeting moments of payoff. How does one get through that sort of life? By giving yourself frequent mini-respite. A beer, two beers, a glass of wine, a joint, a cigarette, this and that in the bedroom, and, let's face it, food. Food in western countries in this particular era is abundant and varied and delicious, and by historical standards probably not that expensive, so even without being Mr Creosote, it's one of the easiest ways to take the pain and dread and fear and terrible boredom away for a few minutes.
You can call it a vice or you can call it relief, but either way, the amount of willpower and mental strength involved in fending it off over a long period of time is considerable, so I truly applaud anyone from the working masses who can actually pull it off, as some of you are managing to. I'm going off for a four-hour walk this morning and told myself all I'll eat today is a bit of chicken, some coleslaw and salad that are in the fridge. I tell this to myself most days and succeed about a third of the time, which is just about enough to stay acceptable as a human being. Can I do any better? I don't know, maybe, in short bursts, but fucking hell.