I am developing — or rather, re-developing — bad eating habits.
In my old icky job my working hours were regimented. Coffee breaks were virtually timed to the second, and after stumbling up and down several flights of stairs all morning I’d worked off my lunch time calories before I’d even consumed them. Although I was mentally exhausted and basically depressed I was physically fitter than I had been since I was about 12.
However, I now spend all day sat on my arse (coding). I move to pee, and to make drinks (occasionally). I am free to have my coffee when I choose, lunch time is filled with grease-laden sarnies or fatty ready meals and I am doing bugger all exercise. There are frequently nibbles passed around and cake is now a staple part of my diet. I am more lethargic in the evenings and some of the weight I lost last year has crept back on (bum, hips, BOOBS). I am turning into a bit of a lard-arse in my old (haha) age.
My problem is that I’m not sure if I care. Sure, there are health aspects to consider, but I don’t see myself dropping dead of a heart attack (unless suddenly all copies of Wa
nK’s A&A were to disappear off the Internet) any time soon and I’m happy munching down on chocolate all day. Who says that image is … — sorry, just getting the donut sugar off my fingers — … everything?
(I was just kidding about the donut part.)