A life of celery
I am currently living a life of celery. This is to food what celibacy is to sex, only less fun and with more counting.
I am fast coming to the conclusion that, while there was definitely a need for a cheese reduction plan, actual calorie counting is a waste of time, as it totally fails to waste my waist and just makes me obsess about food instead.
Instead, I bought the bullet and signed up for the council gyms again rather than waiting to see if I can find out what happened to GP referral scheme.
They have increased the amount of time you can suspend your membership for now, so that I should be able to have my membership only for the winter months. It is still pricey though, and I would rather have somewhere closer to where I work, but expensive exercise is better than no exercise and a life of celery.
It’s all good anyway, due to replacing about half the food I would normally eat with fruit and salad and the increased exercise, I’m now feeling pretty bright eyed and bushy tailed even if it is only my bank balance that is significantly lighter.
Week commencing 22/01/07
Medication: None
Exercise: 7
Alcohol: 5
Anxiety: Fine
Anxiety Level (0-10): 0
Number of Panic Attacks:0
Severity of Panic Attack (0-5):NA
Depression: Fine
Depression Level (0-5): 0.5
Mania: Fine
Mania Level (0-5): 0
Summary
Still a bit patchy at sleeping and consequently a bit bad tempered some of the time but otherwise pretty chipper.
