Week 15

I’m not feeling good about myself right now.  I’m still feeling a bit below par and lacking in energy which translates into feeling like I’m losing the will to live and certainly having no inclination to cook and look after myself.  I’ve been eating the wrong things, I’ve been eating too much of them and I just feel a bit out of control.

So – last week.  Tuesday was dinnerless.  I was feeling sick and weird so I just curled up on the sofa and felt sorry for myself.  On Wednesday I had a pretty substantial lunch of noodles with chicken and peanut dressing so I just had scrambled eggs in the evening as I was out late at an appointment.

noodles

On Thursday I went to Beagle for dinner with a few friends.  Beagle opened recently in the railway arches next to Hoxton Station.  We sat next to the kitchen and everything that came out looked amazing, so we were pretty excited.  To start I had a salad of crab, monk’s beard and preserved lemon.  It was nice enough – the crab was very good – but it wasn’t terribly exciting and I couldn’t taste the preserved lemon at all.  Other starters of asparagus with chive butter and boiled egg and cauliflower soup were better.  My main course was lamb shank with pearl barley and mint which was incredibly disappointing as it was completely overwhelmed by the mint and tasted of little else.  Puddings were good; my pannacotta with poached rhubarb was lovely and Jassy’s chocolate malt pot was nothing shy of a triumph.  Overall though, Beagle didn’t quite do it for me which was a shame.  I loved the place, loved the cocktails and desperately wanted to love the food, but I couldn’t.

crablambpannacotta

On Friday I made pasta with n’duja.  Now, I really love n’duja – spicy, porky loveliness…BUT WHY DID I BUY IT?  I shouldn’t be buying something that is made almost entirely from pig fat.  BAD.

pasta

On Saturday I had friends over for dinner.  My starter, which I completely forgot to photograph in its finished state, was James Ramsden’s duck rillettes.  Here’s a picture of the duck legs to illustrate just how bad for us this was:

duck

The rillettes were seriously good and actually far easier to make than I’d anticipated.  The flat smelt of duck fat for a few days post-leg roasting but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.  I served the rillettes with a dark sourdough (wrong – I should have chosen either a lighter, less sour sourdough or just something crusty and white) and cornichons and there was nothing left when I cleared away the plates.  The main course was poached chicken with freekeh from Jerusalem and was a big hit.  Annoying (drunkenly) I forgot to serve the cucumber yoghurt that I’d made to go with it, but I don’t think it suffered too much.

chicken

Pudding was Nigella Lawson’s no churn pomegranate ice-cream (which is just gorgeous and incredibly easy – I make it with a cup of Pom pomegranate juice in place of the 2 juiced pomegranates) with strawberries and persian fairy floss (or ‘pashmak’).  By this time I was pretty sozzled so, again, no photos.

On Sunday I was hungover and feeling pretty miserable so, as I always do, I self-medicated with food and had some salt & pepper squid delivered.

squidThe salt & pepper squid led to a whole world of self-loathing yesterday.  I had to work late so by the time I got home at around 9pm, I was starving and needed to eat RIGHT NOW.  I had some sea bream fillets that needed using up so I  had those with a squeeze of lemon and some bread and butter.

bream

I wish wish wish I bought into Kate Moss’s statement that ‘nothing tastes as good as skinny feels’.  I would dearly love not to like food.  I hate that it’s the first thing that I turn to when I feel bad or sad as it just makes everything so much worse.

I lost a pound this week which, in the grand scheme of things, is unexpected and lucky, but I’m just constantly hovering around this weight rather than losing anything significant.  Since I started this weekly blog 15 weeks ago, I have lost 1.5lbs.  Yes.  One and a half.  I think it’s safe to say that whatever it is that I’m doing at the moment just isn’t working, so I’ve decided to go back to Weight Watchers meetings, starting this Friday.  Joy.

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4 thoughts on “Week 15

  1. Oh Fran. Sorry you’ve had such a shit week.

    It’s not terrible to love food. I don’t honestly think Kate Moss is happy (Pete Doherty? Hello) but I get that it’s horrible to monitor what you eat constantly and feel conflicted about it and not have anything to show for it.

    Good luck with WW — truthfully, it’s about what makes you happy in the long run.

    S xx

    • Thanks love. I know it’s not *really* bad to love food, but I wish I loved the salads a bit more and the fried, comforting, stodgy stuff a little bit less. It would make life a lot easier!!

      Weight Watchers meeting HAVE to work. If they don’t, I’m not really sure what can be done. Xx

  2. I’m sorry you had a shit week. Kate Moss might be thin (TOO THIN) but she’s spent a lifetime of being told not to eat, and I don’t think that’s what anyone wants! Anyway, by the sounds of things, maybe just some better preparation is needed? Fill your fridge with nice vegetables, prepared salads etc so when you have to work late you can throw something together quickly. When I know I’m going to go out drinking, I stock up on things I know I might want in preparation – might that work too?

    • I’ve decided to sit down and make a list of all the quick and easy things that I cook and eat because whenever I think about it, I forget what I eat and that stresses me out and I turn to the takeaway. I’m doing a load of freezer cooking this weekend to try to counteract the lazy effect – there will be no excuse to get a takeaway if there are a dozen meals in the freezer that will take minutes to heat up. You’re absolutely right – it’s all about organisation. Completely. I’m happier when I’m organised and in control.

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