2 forward and only one back - better than the other way round!

I would never in a million years claim to be perfect.  Whenever I take it into my mind to try to achieve something, I always go all out, but I do tend to burn out quite quickly, and I'm aware of this.  I don't intend to trifle with my diet though, because the stakes are too high, but that doesn't mean that I'll never slip, only that when I do I'll start over and try harder.

My food diary has died a death this week.  For some bizarre reason I thought I'd remember what I'd eaten, which is a bit of a joke as I can barely remember what year it is without checking these days.  I have odd bits written down and most of my fruit has gone so I know I ate it, but I don't have a complete record to offer of what I ate when and in what combinations.  And tonight I bought and drank most of a bottle of non-organic (but vegan) white wine, which I've not done for ages!  I may finish the bottle tomorrow, but I'll probably not buy another until nearly Christmas, and I can live with that.  I was drinking at least half a bottle a day a few months ago - I'd not want to go back to that and I won't.

In other news, another 2lbs of weight had left me when I got on the scales on Saturday morning.  That's 3lb so far, little short of miraculous.  It's not what this is about, but as being obese is so unhealthy, I am very pleased by this side effect.

Less pleasing is the news that my hand is poorly again.  It's never really recovered from the ailment that took me to the local GP surgery for the first time in years, a few short weeks ago.  A course of antibiotics helped, but my hand never fully recovered from the underlying problem and now I think it's infected again.  When I massage cream into it it feels as though I have a handful of sand in the mix, where hundreds of tiny bumps are itching over the palm.  Something has irritated it badly, and the favourite suspect at present is Mr Sheen.  When I do my cleaning job I wear a cotton glove under a latex glove for the wet work.  But for the dusting I go in naked, and that may be a mistake.  But cleaning with a hand tressed up almost to the point of immobility is uncomfortable and inconvenient and not terribly efficient.  I have another employment option to pursue, but I don't really want to lose the work I do at the moment because I find a satisfaction in it and that's valuable.  We'll see.

Spinach rice with roasted tofu, mushrooms and cherry tomatoes.  Mushrooms and rice organic, the rest not.

Organic brown rice with tinned chickpea dhal (Sainsbury's, not organic but all real food ingredients, no chemicals) and a salad of cucumber (organic), tomatoes and avocado sprayed with balsamic vinegar.

Red pepper stuffed  with rice, spinach, toasted seeds, sauteed onion and mushrooms.  Jacket potato and salad of tomato, cucumber and celery.  All organic except spinach and tomatoes.

My first lunch after my visit to the organic farm shop.  Veg braised in stock: onion, celeriac, golden carrot, yellow beetroot, red pepper and pointy cabbage (all organic) with a jacket potato (also organic) and a dollop of conventional hummus.

When I have time I'll write up the bit of food diary that I recorded, but these photos should at least show that I've not lost the plot entirely.