It’s just about 2am as I write this. I’m drinking coffee and eating a nice chicken mayo sandwich, and I’m catching a train at 7am to take me to a PhD conference in Glasgow. Obviously the coffee helps, but I doubt I’d be able to sleep anyway so I’ve taken this opportunity to write about some positive stuff.
Some positive stuff
I’ve had 3 days worth of spontaneous eating, drinking, socialising, and general deviation from the standard routine, and it’s only when I stop and properly think about it that I realise how much that means to me.
I’ve not spent the whole time thinking “ah, I can’t have that, I need to save calories for later” or “I can’t have a drink, I need to go back to work this evening” or “it’s time for dinner, must make an excuse to leave“. At the same time, I’ve not been consciously patting myself on the back for doing these things like they’re no big deal to me.
…Because they really are no big deal to me.
Friday, I went for a drink and a Nando’s with a couple of good friends. I love Nando’s, but honestly, it was never my love of their chicken that had me attempt to steer eating occasions there. It was because they publicised all their nutritional info so I could calculate exactly what I’d be eating before I arrived. “Hm…quarter chicken plus macho peas + coleslaw is…ooh, bit much, what about chicken butterfly plus corn plus…” you get the idea.
But that evening, I decided to wing it (pun not intended but kept because I can’t actually think of any good ones tonight, what’s wrong with me!?!?), and had their Churrasco Thigh Burger! I took a picture but due to their insistence on using Poundland lightbulbs (it’s not ambient, it’s 20 watts of shoddy glassware), it came out looking quite horrific. Luckily I found a promotional photo which captures the majesty of this combination:
Even in good light mine didn’t look nearly as photogenic, but it tasted good and that’s what matters.
Saturday, I had the pleasure of spending the day with Ian and his family. Ian is a friend and fellow blogger (whom I’ve linked to in My Favourite Blogs) and I hope he won’t mind me mentioning this.
I had a great time and was made so welcome by them all. I really don’t want to sound like I’m trying to flatter, but they’re a genuinely wonderful family, and I hope to see more of in the future *subtle hint to invite me round again*.
Today my old flatmates came to visit me. We had beer, lunch, and watched Euro 2016 at the pub. Luckily this all happened at once so I was able to shove food in my mouth rather than attempt to join in cryptic football patter.
I could’ve had Diet Coke, but I wanted beer. I could’ve had their superfood salad, but I wanted their brisket ciabatta. I could’ve spent the second half glued to my phone, plugging things into MyFitnessPal, but I wanted to actually watch the game like everyone else. Turns out football is quite good, who knew?
And of course tomorrow (and by tomorrow I mean approx. 3 hours), I’ll be off to Glasgow for this conference. I’ll be eating, drinking, sleeping, socialising, at different times, in different places, and with different people.
…To clarify, I won’t be sleeping with different people. Nor will I be eating different people or drinking them. I’ve been to this conference before and it was a far cry from your standard cannibalistic orgy.
Anyway, the point is that it’s fine. I’m looking forward to it! I’m not dreading the disruption, the changes, or even the wide variations in edibility of conference sandwiches. Yes, there will be stressful times ahead, it’s natural to be stressed, but I genuinely feel I can cope with them.
So that’s it in a nutshell. A really big nutshell. Thank you for taking the time to read, or at least look at the pictures. x