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blouberg beach
Recently, my father let me buy some South African food online, from a shop based in London. After much indecision and being horrified by how much it would cost for 6 cans of grapetizer (and disappointed that the koeksisters were sold out cos I could totally do with those. I’d feel totally ill, but it would be worth it) I managed to put together an order which came last week. Imagine me lugging this heavy box all the way from the reception to my room, unable to stop grinning. Then imagine this huge, heavy box of food for just one person. I felt greedy for a moment, then I dug in and regretted nothing.

Now, a week later, my stash is rapidly decreasing. I am not happy to see the empty packets; I have become accustomed to being able to snack on biltong, droewors and buttermilk rusks as I please. It is taking all my willpower to ration the rest of the stash. I love South African food. Not just this ‘specialist’ stuff that I probably wouldn’t eat that often if I still lived there, but just…everything. I always seem to eat better when I go home. There is not as much choice in South African super markets compared to here in the UK, but sometimes I wonder if that is a good thing. Hmm. I also miss my grandmothers cooking. I’d love to eat my Granny’s macaroni cheese right now, followed by pudding of chocolate chip yogurt, and then my other Granny makes the most amazing bran muffins that she would heat up for us for breakfast. There is nothing quite like a homemade bran muffin slathered in butter. Yum. (They don’t even get bran muffins in this country. At least, I have never seen them. And I can’t seem to make them properly. D: )

(Two entries in a row about food, but to be fair the diet is hard and I am hungry, but hungry because I am bored and hungry as in fighting cravings for chocolate and cake. :/)

(Photo is of Blouberg beach at sunset, taken in toy camera mode)

The One With the Failed Diet

When I was looking at accommodation for uni I automatically drifted towards catered accommodation- it seemed more private, closer to uni, breakfast and dinner provided, £5.10 a day to spend at any uni food outlet, room and bathroom cleaned. It seemed great, and it wasn’t much more expensive than self catered. So far its been fine. But this food thing? Bit not good.

I never really talk about this on the blog, and I’m not sure if I should, seeing so it may make seem a little crazy but here we go.

I have never had a good relationship with food. I don’t like to eat- I’m really weird about food,  like if I don’t like the smell or the texture or the way it looks then I can’t bring myself to eat it. My parents used to have to force me to eat when I was little, and spent years bargaining with me to finish just half of what’s on your plate, Catherine. I’m sure I should of outgrown it but I never did. I still pick at my food, and my portion sizes are half the size, even the quarter the size of other peoples yet it takes me longer than them to eat. I also developed the tendency to associate food with comfort instead of nutrition. At one point when I was depressed I was eating so little, and at the same time so much of the wrong things (aka skipping supper and filling up on chocolate instead) that I ended up underweight. That was part of my wake up call and so I simply forced myself to eat- even if I didn’t like it, even if I didn’t want to. And I got good. I learned to eat and I put the weight back on. Last year, last academic year, I was eating three meals a day, I was having just one chocolate bar a week and one packet of crisps a week (that sounds bad but to go from one meal a day, if that, and to having one bar of chocolate a day, if not more, it makes you feel proud to end up at that place). Sure, it wasn’t an amazing diet, but I was proud of where I had ended up. I was in control of my diet. I was doing well and I was going to keep progressing, getting better.

But last Semester I fucked up. I justified it- the first time living away from home, the stress of adjusting to uni. OK, I said, but I made a goal- I would do better this semester. Alas.

Now? Now I have completely lost that control, and it doesn’t seem to be coming back any time soon. University catered meals are frankly, gross, especially for someone as fussy as me. I thought having meals provided for me would encourage me to eat, but it does the opposite- I skip supper at least three times a week, and often just substitute for snacking or nothing at all. I keep some food in my room but they’re snacks, mostly, and I can’t really get fresh fruit and veg easily- such things are expensive, and go off quickly. And that £5.10? Pure temptation and for someone as weak willed as me, especially when I’m stressed out or anxious, which is often,  I end up spending it on things I shouldn’t. In my effort to start working I have been going to the library again- and I’ll end up buying a hot chocolate because I’m cold, and a  brownie or a muffin just because I have some money left over. When I’m between lectures I need something quick to snack on because I’m hungry and I don’t have time so I end up grabbing a packet of chips or a brownie or something else ridiculous. Its so easy to give in temptation when you have the means. Last year in an effort to save money every day I went into uni I made myself sandwiches, on whole wheat seeded bread , and packed a little something with that and that was lunch. No snacking, unless I’d brought one. My only treats would be the occasional pizza slice or ice cream. And of course I was at home, which meant I could cook for myself, or eat my parents cooking, and have access to whatever i wanted, including lots of good stuff. It was reasonably easy to keep myself in check.

I long to have that control back. But I feel like its out of my hands. A large part of the forcing myself to eat was learning to cook, making my own suppers,  putting together my own lunches, so that I could see and track exactly what I was eating. How do I do that at uni? I am lazy and stressed and I have £5.10 to spend on what I want and so I do. This is problematic. I am currently anaemic, again.I don’t feel good. I need to do something about this.I need to start forcing myself to eat things I hate again because I am not getting enough vitamins, minerals..anything. But I severely lack willpower. And I really like hot chocolate.

I read this blog post and it made me feel a lot better. In the end I need to accept that I have messed up but its not too late. I need to stop resisting, making all these excuses. I just need to do it because I can. I did it once and I can do it again. The diet may be failed now, but it doesn’t have to stay that well. It goes back on my list of goals for this semester. I will start by taking baby steps- like working on cutting down the chips first- and then go from there.

snow
frozen over lake
Layered up and ventured out today for a long walk around campus taking many, many pictures of the snow. There is something about fresh, (mostly) untouched snow. Plus the lake was frozen over, which made for some interesting photographs (the cute birds helped too, of course.) Afterwards I met up with my friend and went back to hers for pizza and a movie. Just very chill. Today has been very relaxing. I’ve really done no work at all today, or this past week really. I’m fairly sure this coming week I’m actually going to have to start working. :/ (Also, I am not looking forward to battling the sludge and ice everyday. Snow is only great for the first few hours, then it’s just annoying. I’m actually going to have to wake up on time and leave early tomorrow so I am not late D: )

The one with the bagpacking

Today I went to TESCO (supermarket) and bagpacked for two hours from 2pm-4pm in the name of supporting charity and helping out my friend.  I was supposed to arrive there for 1pm but I have been blessed with the ability to sleep through 5 alarms (I slept through 4 alarms, woke up to the 5th, switched the 5th off instead of hitting snooze, flopped back in bed and slept through the 6th. I am not a morning person) I felt terrible when I woke up and I realized the time, as I had promised my friend I would be there at 1pm. Still, I got ready in record time and walked down to TESCO much quicker than I ever have before. Its amazing what people can pull of when they are panicked/desperate enough. Then I stood at the bottom of a till, and asked people if they wanted to have their bags packed and often they’d say no, but sometimes they’d say yes and I’d panic because there is something about packing other peoples shopping.

I have gone grocery shopping with my father for over 4 years every single week and I can pack bags in record time- sorted into an elaborate system depending on the temperature and how fragile the food is. Alas, I have no idea how to pack other peoples bags. I felt like I was imposing on their systems, and I didn’t know if they wanted me to separate the food out or if they wanted them all together, and the bags would stick and wouldn’t open, and I panicked, and I did a fairly bad job all in all. Of course none of these people know me and are able to hunt me down once they discover how badly packed their bags are. They still donated money after all, except when they didn’t. :| (Thankfully some people are nice enough to give money even when I just stood there, making up for the people letting me help and then walking off) The most awkward part was definitely when one of the girls on my course came to my till. No words to describe the level of awkward that was. I have no idea if she recognized me. I hope we reached some silent agreement to never speak of it again.

This is not the first awkward incident I have had in TESCO involving people I sorta know but I’m not entirely sure I know enough to say hello, and I honestly have no idea  about the social rules regarding this.  I think I need to start shopping at Sainsbury’s.

Afterwards I got  some groceries then I walked back through the snow~ Yep, I was wondering why December and January were so mild but the temperatures have now dropped and it has begun snowing. It was cold but it was kind of awesome trampling through fresh snow (yes, I am still 8 years old. )  I hope it sticks so I can take some pictures tomorrow :x I don’t like snow at all, but I haven’t been out enough in it for me to hate it yet. XD

Today was fairly uneventful despite the awkwardness. In fact this week has been kinda dull despite some awkwardness. I have no idea when it became February. :/

books on shelf
I used to read a lot. My room back home is cluttered with books, and even when I came to uni I packed as many books as I could get away with. Sometimes I can easily read a book in a week, two weeks. But not much anymore. Over the past year I have barely read 10 books, if that. And it’s not that I don’t enjoy reading anymore, its just I can’t seem to concentrate anymore. At least when I was commuting to uni last year I had the benefit of having that time to read without distractions. Now there seems to be so much else to do. I have university, and I have to study and between all this it seems so much easier to do far more mindless activities- like browsing the Internet or watching dramas. Not to mention how noisy halls are, especially late at night when I want to read (I love my hall :|).  But nonetheless, I want to read more and I want to read like I used to. So I made this a goal for this year. I wrote out a list of 30 books and I’m going to read every single one this year. I know 30 books doesn’t sound a lot, but for me this is going to be a challenge. So far I have made good progress though- I recently finished The Thief by Megan Whalen Turner, which was a nice quick, satisfying read and I’m left anticipating the next three books. I managed to finish this book in just under a week too- which is a testament to how good it is, or how much free time I have right now. Either way, I am left hopeful that I can do this.