Since the start of this rediculous resolve to become fit and healthy - (ergh, just the thought of it conjures visions of lycra and bad sports wear choices) I've already reached obsessive compulsive disorder levels of concentration on the problem of "The 20 KG".
Breakfast is a big problem - I can't usually face food till about 11am, so as it is something I have to make myself remember to do, 'something eggy on toast' it is. And that slice of toast is the only bread of the day. We use that heavy as lead Essene bread made from sprouted wheat instead of the foam rubber variety. It is marginally more expensive than your toasty loaf of sourdough, but lasts for days in the fridge. Sprouted grains have much more vitamins etc than ground grains - which becomes a vegetable rather than a starch, and is much more easily digested.
I have to try to get the lunch thing together and make that the main meal of the day, or poor G-Man will keel over and waste away to nothing with me off the fang and not really prepared to go there with the two separate meals thing - we'll eat the same, I just won't have the spud - easy enough to resist - I don't really like them anyway, unless they are fried in duck fat which, sadly, will be a once in a blue moon occasion instead of every week since having discovered how to render the fat. So, red duck curry is on the special occasion menu only.
The thing I don't think I'll be able to survive without is rice, because stirfried anything is our staple diet, but a mate bought me a rice cooker and since then, it's so effective at fluffing brown rice up with steam, (I actually prefer brown to white - it tastes nutty and the texture is better) I only use a one and a half cup portion for the two of us, so nup - not going off rice - FK that. It is pretty much the only carb on the list, maybe a sweet potato occasionally. But I am going to cut down on the coconut milk - now it's going to be lite, and seriously diluted with home made stock, making my curries a lot wetter.
Never did do dairy much - but no yoghurt anymore. Or great lumpen slabs of cheese, dammit.
The garden has come back to life since the rain, so I'll have a supply of fresh F&V in about a month - so less trips to the supermarket and access to the row upon row of shite they disguise as food behind all that packaging.
And the fags. Substance replacement therapy. Water - great big gugly swigs of it to ward off the craving. Only lasts a couple of days anyway. Needing to actually breathe after the bike ride left me feeling like a complete loser.
And the booze. Seeing as I'm giving up fags that will have to go to, because of the association - my will power is just not strong enough to go off the fags and stay on the booze. They are blood brothers, and have to go together till the nicotine is out of my system. Then, no more CRAP booze, because with fifteen bucks a day extra in my pocket, I'm switching to the good gear.
Suggestions required - around the $20 - $30.
However, unless the tucker that is allowed is palatable, there is no way I'm going to be able to stick to this regime, so the philospophy is - breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince, and dine like a pauper. Theoretically this should cut down the consumption of alcohol: a pauper's dinner isn't likely to justify a bottle of good wine, a prince may consume it at lunch time, but unlike us mere mortals, he rarely has anything to do for the rest of the afternoon, and even a king wouldn't consider a tipple with his Croque Madame!