Relapse

Ever since I've grown another year older, it seems I've relapsed into old habits. Being bent over and lubed up for the man. Back are the days of 9 till 9, returning home hungry, square eyes flickering and with no energy. How sad.

I don't know if its because of work, or because its coming into the worst times of the year (winter), I've eaten very very badly over the last 2-3 weeks. For the 2nd time this year, I ate KFC, and for the first time, I've eaten Maccas (visiting uni memory lane with the orea special choc mcflurry and frozen fanta) and Lord of the Fries. Food really is my weakness, and they tasted great (at the time), including the popcorn chicken wrap and the vegetarian nuggets at LOTF that actually taste and tear like chicken!! Disgusting after though, when the sickly oily feeling kicks in... yuck!! never again i say. Life is so much better with the milky fragrant smell of fresh butter, the sizzle of balsamic and scrambled eggs in creme fraiche, and moist crispy flavourful chicken that melts in your mouth. mmmmmm........

One thing I've learnt in my "relapse" is despite having a weakness of food and the desperate need to please the tastebuds, food doesn't fill the void, and it doesn't take away the obilerating harshness of the day. Not my favourite chocolate in the world right now (warm butterscotch G&B), not frozen pods, cookies and cream icecream, Wabi Sabi japanese, expensive coffee, reggiano or even glenfiddich. Only 2 things seem to work for me so far. I personally think you can't go past a shower and company to get you through the demands of life.

1. a shower - i heard on ABC radio something along the lines of a study where employees that had a 10 minute shower break during the day, increased productivity by 50% and creativity by a 1/3. The last part of the story though said the research was done by a shower manufacturer. Either way, a nice hot shower, especially in winter, washes the worries away.

2. chatting to anybody - venting, trading stories, talking rubbish. whatever. Although it doesn't beat cooking for the mates and having a scotch and a laugh over the kitchen table.

what a stupid post.....