The Musings Of An Opinionated Sod [Help Me Grow!]


The Night I Became A Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle …

As many of you know, I’ve been on a health kick for about 18 months or so and in that time, I’ve managed to lose over 47kg.

Despite that …

Despite being very careful with what I eat.

Despite me noting down in an app every single item I put in my gob.

I never am in doubt how easily I could go back.

Maybe not to what I was, but definitely far from where I am.

Of course I allow myself some treats every now and then …

I have a whole loaf of sourdough, salted butter and jam on my birthday for example.

And now – when I go out for an occasional nice dinner – I may actually have things I enjoy rather than denying myself, in the knowledge it won’t happen very often.

But a few weeks ago, I found myself working late and needed dinner. If I’m being honest, it’s been A LONG TIME since I’ve grabbed food while working in the office … but I had my brilliant colleague, India, with me and we’d been talking about a place up the road that owns another place which serves some of the best pizza I’ve ever had.

EVER. HAD.

So off we went to Farina to go get some pies before we sat down to some late night work.

In my defense, I’d basically eaten nothing the whole day, so I was starving.

Plus I knew we had hours of work ahead of us and it was a cold, rainy night.

But while that is all contextual evidence, it doesn’t hide the fact that as soon as we were handed our pizza boxes and stepped out of the restaurant … this is what happened.

Yep, I was into it like a shark in a kids paddling pool.

Worse, I almost cried when I had fully demolished it.

Not just because it was so good – and it was SOOOOOO good – but because, like a shark who had tasted blood – my body had been reminded how fucking great ‘not-so-great-food-for-you’ is and I have to talk myself every day from going in and having another.

I don’t.

But I could.

Which is why when people talk about losing weight, the reality is that’s the easy part … it’s keeping the fucker off that’s the hardest thing. And that delicious circle of pepperoni pizza I shoved down my gob in the blink of an eye reminded me both how well I’ve been doing, but also how easily I could give it all up if I let myself.

And given Farina is 5 minutes walk from the office, that means I am currently the strongest man in the World.

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