One of the most appropriate blog titles I have come up with in a while I think!

Last night Ken and I went to the Hamilton Operatic Society’s performance of Oliver! starring Richard O’Brien.
First of all, if you are not sure who Richard O’Brien is then a walk down Hamilton’s Victoria Street might jog your memory. He is immortalised in statue form as Riff Raff a character from The Rocky Horror Show which he wrote in 1973.

Watching the kids come on stage to the strains of “Food, Glorious Food” we both started smiling and pretty much remained frozen like that for the entire show.  The songs, the music, the set – it is fantastic and I am really really looking forward to seeing it again next week.

In other food related news, Sir Bob Jones wrote a piece for the NZ Herald “Roll up roll up – see the skinny freak” which had everyone talking – and calling for his head – yesterday.
The piece was rather inflammatory, as I am sure it was designed to be.  One paragraph made me smirk though …

The two absolute “musts” in those yesteryear freak shows were the fat lady and the tattooed man. I paid my sixpences and gazed awe-struck at a negligee-clad woman who today would be considered almost anorexic, and then at the tattooed man, marvelling at such inane self-abuse.

I am both a fat lady and a tattooed one.  I appreciate that I am not the classic beauty that Bob might want to look over appreciatively however he is entitled to his opinion.  And besides, I made the decision to change my shape and changing it is.

In the last 2.5 weeks, I’ve lost 5kg.  I don’t want it back.
I haven’t exercised at all.  It’s all been about the food.  What goes in – what goes down my throat needs to be in lesser proportions to how much I move my ass.  And I’m not hungry – sure I get a craving for something sweet – so I have developed a healthy addiction to herbal fruit teas with Stevia Leaf.  And Diet Dr Pepper.  So much nicer than Diet Coke!

I’m trying not to let this new way of eating become a diet or an obsession.  I’d prefer it to just be a realisation.  Food is yummy – I do like to eat – and that’s okay.  If I’m going to enjoy food, then it still needs to be classed as fuel.

So here is my thought, my realisation, my quote for this week;