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The switch has been flicked back and today I was healthy Rich again. As I have observed before I am very much two people sharing the same body and one of them thinks the body isn’t big enough. Like Severance I have no control or knowledge of the other one’s activities and the only advantage, it seems to me, is that I am able to turn it on and off when I am playing snooker.
Unhealthy Rich might be back at any second, but today, at least, I kept under my calorie target and also managed a 4km run with surprising ease (I think all the cycling at Center Parcs must have paid off). What a day to pick to give up chocolate and Haribo though. It was all over the place. As I passed the tub by our door I almost absent mindedly helped myself (and I could probably have had a small pack and stayed within my calories) but the switch only flipped for a second and then flipped back. I was safe.
I had foolishly tried to buy the Halloween sweets on Halloween and when I got to the supermarket it was stripped bare of any kind of packaged sweet or tub of Celebrations. We may be suffering economically but people are still going for Halloween. A canny parent might actually manage to turn this night into a candy surfeit - going out with the kids and collecting all the other sweets but staying out so that you don’t have to give anyone sweets yourself.
A trip to a second supermarket and I managed to get in on their Christmas supply of Heroes and bought a couple of tubs. We had a few packs of Haribo left over from birthday gift bags. We’d be fine.
I don’t think we got into candy credit, having spent £10 on chocolates and whatever the Haribo had cost, but the kids didn’t do too badly. The village gets behind trick or treating with some impressive decorations and a respected system where a pumpkin outside the house means they’ve got sweets and no pumpkin means keep out. The kids only made a mistake once, but the anti-trick or treaters just stayed sat in their lounge as a skellington, a dragon and a cat banged on their door.
It rained pretty heavily for the last 20 minutes, which we hadn’t been prepared for (though Phoebe had considered being Mary Poppins for just such an eventuality - not just the umbrella, she thought that all the kids could just climb inside the magic bag and I could carry them home.
As well as dieting I aimed to drink 3 litres of water today, which I managed and I swapped my night time non-alcohol beer or two for a cup of camomile tea, so it was wee o clock throughout the night. I went to bed feeling hungry for the first time in ages, but not so much that I couldn’t sleep. And my sleep was only disturbed by the need to micturate, not by night terrors. I got back to sleep easily. It’s almost like being healthy is a good thing. Now don’t let the bad guy take back over.
Or is he the fun guy?
It’s a question as old as time. Well, as old as Haribo.
