I mean, looking at what I've been doing and eating over the past month it would be quite easy to assume that I'd given up on being healthy.
Lets review it:
September started off with a bang, I was walking like I'd never walked before. Remember, I'm a confirmed lazy-bum, any walking is more than I normally do. For the first four days of September I was going great!
I ate quinoa, the Incan super food, or more affectionately known as "the mother grain."
But then this thing happened. I hate to keep moaning about it, but it really threw me off (no pun intended). Suddenly I didn't care about being healthy, all I was concerned about was clean water and having some gluten-free food available for coeliac sister and myself.
After realising that ours it the best stocked pantry in the country, we felt obliged to buy almost all the junk food from the supermarket, when it opened, and have a little celebration for surviving.
|This is a photo of my local supermarket (stolen from here.)|
|Mmm... natural disaster bacon burger!|
Then, after being sick for about a week, I competed in Project Food Blog. This involved eating lots of deep-fried food.
In the last week of September I helped to run a local holiday programme. I used to get totally exhausted by this programme, (read: I either wouldn't make it through the week or would get really sick afterwards) but now that I'm gluten-free I find that I can last the whole week and come out strong. Yay!
I ate more Vietnamese spring rolls, but this time they were shallow fried.
Then, because I didn't make it into round 3 of Project Food Blog, I made a cake.
My sister tried to help me by putting something white in the background, but I don't know if it helped.
It is one of the most delicious cakes I have ever eaten. Check back here later for the recipe.
Now it's the beginning of October and I haven't done any "real" (haha) exercise or thought about eating healthy since September 4. How lame am I?
|But I have been lying in the sun.|
Speaking of athletes, the Commonwealth Games are on right now in Delhi. As per tradition my sisters and I got up at 2:30am to watch the opening ceremony on Monday morning.
These games are going to be really distracting for me these next few weeks. *sigh* I love watching the games.
Ah well, the aftershocks are still coming and I still feel like living off salted chips, iced coffee and dark chocolate. Hopefully I'll pick up my game this month and actually start living up the the "3 months of health" thing.
*is that kiwi slang? I don't know! It means: "whatever, I don't believe you." Example 1 & 2.