Running in the wind, not like the wind

Blustery run selfie

DAY 43

Today I ran 5 miles to a Chinese buffet. Not because of a sudden uncontrollable carb craving, but because I'd left my purse there on Sunday after meeting old school friends for dinner. If I really did run 5 miles every time I had a sudden food craving, I wouldn't be here banging on about my 5:2 diet and exercise regime. I'd be skinny and rich and shouting abuse at fat people from my window while doing one armed pull ups.    

So I ran to town today because, unlike normal 23-year-olds, I can't drive yet, and I didn't have any change for the bus because my purse was at a Chinese buffet. Thinking about it now, it must have been quite a shock for all the lunchtime diners when a 5ft 11, wind-swept, purple-faced woman(?) crashed through the doors in full running gear demanding her purse back. 

The run was difficult, and in many ways comic. I was facing into the wind the whole way, and the wind was STRONG. It felt like one of those dreams where you're trying to run but you're just not getting anywhere and it's so annoying. It was like someone had put a big sheet up in front of me and I was trying to run through it. Not that I know what that feels like. Pointless activity. I had to lean right over and pump my arms like Tom or Jerry and I could sense the people driving past laughing at me, with their comfortable interiors and heating systems and limitless freedom to go wherever they want without breaking a sweat or looking a bit scary.  

But in the end I got my purse back and got a run in and at least I'm not being an unemployed person cliché. I haven't watched any day-time telly. In fact, I've turned into something of a Californian housewife (without the tan or rich husband), doing all sorts of annoying productive things and exploring my inner creative person. Yoga, painting, website designing, running, writing, cooking. If I wasn't so keen to stop spongeing off my very patient parents, I'd give up the job hunt altogether. I think we all would. I'd be a good lottery winner. Not the 'divorce, tummy tuck, tasteless mansion and bingo addict' type you hear about in the Daily Mail.

It was diet day on Monday and it will be again tomorrow. I took pictures of breakfast and lunch but forgot about dinner. The porridge is supposed to be 25g at 100 calories but it exploded in the microwave again. The lunch was pretty good - half a piece of brown bread with a dippy egg and lettuce, tomato and cucumber salad (200 cals). I have the same very hot chilli stir fry for dinner on every diet day now.

....Which leads me nicely onto my next titbit (good word) - I'm going to see the Red Hot Chilli Peppers play at the Isle of Wight festival in June! Can't WAIT to see Anthony Keidis and his paedo moustache in real life.    



Exploded porridge - 25g, half teaspoon of honey: 100 cal
Might sell this one to Nigella.