I'm tired and I wanna go home
This week and last I have been attempting to get back into my gym programme and dieting. So far the getting to the gym is coming along nicely, while the dieting seems to have died a horrible death and I can't resuscitate it. Every time I think I'm doing ok, out comes a burger and some fries! Damn Burger Fuel and their divine tofu burgers (I'm a recovering meat eater that keeps falling off the wagon).
Talking of meat eating, I have been an almost-vegetarian for over a year now (I only became almost after the year was up, before that i think I ate meat once and wasn't that impressed). The whole quitting meat thing came about after a traumatic experience when we were given some live crayfish by Simon's boss for dinner (he caught them himself and all). I can't handle things dying. I don't mind killing flies and wasps etc, but only if they die quickly I really can't handle suffering. So when Simon had the dubious honour of having to kill the little critters, not only could I not help him, but once I had heard them flapping I couldn't eat them and stopped eating meat. I cried so much that Simon couldn't eat them either as he felt so terrible! Reasonably pathetic of me I know, but that's me. I can deal with human suffering fine (not to say that it's ok), but critters are another story. If my husband falls back into his lawyerly 'working all daylight hours and many more that aren't' schedule I'm thinking I will spend my time volunteering at the SPCA, although I am worried that I will then bring every second animal home with me. I'm sure the flatmates would be SO pleased!
Talking of meat eating, I have been an almost-vegetarian for over a year now (I only became almost after the year was up, before that i think I ate meat once and wasn't that impressed). The whole quitting meat thing came about after a traumatic experience when we were given some live crayfish by Simon's boss for dinner (he caught them himself and all). I can't handle things dying. I don't mind killing flies and wasps etc, but only if they die quickly I really can't handle suffering. So when Simon had the dubious honour of having to kill the little critters, not only could I not help him, but once I had heard them flapping I couldn't eat them and stopped eating meat. I cried so much that Simon couldn't eat them either as he felt so terrible! Reasonably pathetic of me I know, but that's me. I can deal with human suffering fine (not to say that it's ok), but critters are another story. If my husband falls back into his lawyerly 'working all daylight hours and many more that aren't' schedule I'm thinking I will spend my time volunteering at the SPCA, although I am worried that I will then bring every second animal home with me. I'm sure the flatmates would be SO pleased!