Friday (Nov 11)
92kg. Thoughts explode painfully. But “yum” to fried butternut.
Saturday (Nov 12)
Steak offering its blood to me, fish swimming onto my plate, roast potatoes crackling in my mouth…as invisible as spicy, english mustard, hot pops, pizza, red martini, pepper and fruit juice.
Instead…it’s a pear for breakfast. Half a cucumber and an apple for lunch. The last cup of coffee for dinner. There’s been little in the cupboard this month but that’s a “picnic” compared to what’s coming.
I wish i hadn’t eaten all the fried butternut yesterday.
Lunch: Apple & 1/2 cucumber.
Sunday (Nov 13)
I’ve exercised incredible willpower by not spending my last 45 cents the past 3 days. Yeah, yeah, the joke is that there’s nothing that can be bought for that nowadays…no willpower needed:)
Having no money is a challenge but add to it a grossly frustrated (and tired) mind, and it becomes vicious. This concerns far more than poordom. It’s about people or, to be more precise, the lack of humanity in humans – the apathy of Knysna’s residents and it’s rotten, self-serving politicians is killing me. Let me not exclude that helping people is one of the hardest things to do.
Hardship has taught me to appreciate smaller things, whether it be a view of a colourful bird or a women in a summer dress, bouginvilleas in Spring or the happiness of my landords’ dog. And this morning was a treat as a restaurant gave me brunch as i was putting up a free web page for them and needed a photo of the food.
Dinner: 1/2 cucumber.
Monday (November 14)
Never stuck to unwilling schedule owing to an unexpected, popcorn snack from Leigh who, along with her boyfriend Damian, is my upstairs neighbour. Later, i got a call from my across-the-cul-de-sac neighbours, Neville and Rita, who neededed help with their computer – it’s become a wonderful tradition for toast (with bovril or jam) to accompany their internet/computer queries:) And it’s social.
Dinner: 2 slices toast.
Tuesday (November 15)
Lightheaded for hours this morning. Tummy bloated yet hungry – normally fill it up with black tea with 1/2 to 1 teaspoon of brown sugar. I never use to like tea but tough times in the past taught me to drink it. Initially, i got very nauseous after 2 cups but now i can do half a dozen a day.
There’s beer! I won 5 cases (120 beers) in a lucky draw 2 months ago when representing a club a mate owns. I told him to keep 4 cases (yeah, stupid – knew i’d be poor but not that i would have nothing) and give me just one. He dropped it off today. Last chance to be nice for a while so i gave a 6-pack to my upstairs neighbour (it’s a double-storey garden flat, them on top, me below the wooden floor) and another to my 73-old, salt-of-the-earth, around-the-corner-neighbour, Neville.
Only 2 pears remaining so 12 beers infinitely better than nothing!
Brunch: Pear + 6 beers (i’m no big drinker so way more than my tolerance…so why not incredibly drunk?).
Wednesday (November 16)
Valid reasons for a beer diet: Contrary to public myth, beer has no fat and only a smidgeon of carbs (which i’m relying on keeping me going). No cholestrol either.
A REGULAR BEER
(BRAND MANAGERS ARE NOT ALLOWED TO
DISAGREE WITH “REGULAR” – HE HE)
Real reasons for a beer diet: The last survivor of the black hole called my (actually, my landlord’s) fridge.
Brunch: The Last Pear (a fruity crucifiction) + 4 beers.
Thursday (November 17)
I sent an interview to Moller de la Rouviere, the new coffee roaster in Sedgefield, and he kindly sent me 3 samples of his brands. Even though notoriously sensitive me gets a sore tummy (and heartburn from over-consumption), i’m deeply in love with strong coffee. And since there’s been none in the house, it was even more wonderful to smell it as it filtered.
Drinking coffee on an empty tummy is disconcerting (afterwards) but, in the moment, it’s a few minutes break from a not-so-nice day. Nevertheless, i won’t be able to continue as this fast deepens. I will share the coffee with landlords and neighbours so as to spread the word of a new Knysna addition. Support local when it deserves it!
The empty fridge was a perfect opportunity for defrosting…and mopping the floor.
Brunch: 2 beers – the last:(
To be continued…