One pumpernickel bagel with chopped liver, please

It rained a solid six days while I was in New York. That was a bit of a downer, especially when it was so bad there was nothing else to do than stay in our incredibly whiffy ‘hotel’ room. It took me a few days to get used to the city, its advertising, the cabs and the sirens, its cops, 24 hour culture, 31-derful flavours and in oh my gawd we trust. By the time I felt aclimatised, it was time to go home.

One thing I got used to very quickly. Tasty food and snacks everywhere, at all hours, for next to nothing. (Bless the strong Euro.)

Now I’m home, not terribly jet-lagged at all (yet) and there are family matters to attend to. ‘Hours or weeks.’ That kind of thing.

Weight a minute

I don’t want to make a big deal out of it (I’m obsessive about things, but would hate to become obsessive about weight.), but since I’ve been diagnosed with diabetes I’ve stepped up the eating pattern I had been trying to adjust to since earlier this year. I suppose what I am doing comes closest to the NoSDiet, which is more like a simple guideline: ‘No Snacks, No Sweets, No Seconds’. I’m not doing the second part of the NoSDiet: ‘except on days that start with an ‘s’. That would probably make it more difficult to break my habits, since it’s on the weekends that I usually indulged. I cut down a lot on butter, eat more fruit, drink mostly water. That kind of thing.

Anyway, I’ve lost 5 kilos going on 6 since March without too much trouble. I need to lose at least 20 more to become ‘normal’, whatever that is (my BMI was 35.8, now is 33.7 and should be 24.9).

I have to say, going to a lot of gigs has helped. See U2, lose weight. How’s that for a slogan?