Oy gevalt!

I am just back after another marathon work trip "up North". Not only are my batteries a little low metaphorically, but my scales are telling me that my batteries really are low. Work ate up all my day, so no weigh in.

I stayed overnight in Leeds, which was fine, except that I had the conundrum of the lone diner to deal with. Its easy to dine alone in fast food places, but you're less likely to get a salad. Its a bit of chore to dine alone somewhere a bit more up market, but you can get a salad, and a great sweets trolley. Its a bore to dine alone in your hotel room. In the end I was fortunate. I found a little fast food place where I could get a yummy salad with slices of beef teriyaki. Then I spoilt it all by picking up a dessert on the way back to the hotel- only to find that it contained all of 120 calories. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry (with relief). So I went running. Who am I and what did I do with the real me?

Today I'm pretty sure I tipped the calorie balance. All with healthy foods- lentils and fruits and the like. A work colleague provided lunch- Sudanese style- delicious, but I'd already had lunch and it was one of those awkward moments when I still had to eat to maintain the office politic. And, the late arrival home meant no exercise today- but I'm pretty sure I'll work hard tomorrow.

And now I find that Monsieur le Fat Lazy Guy has tagged me. Well, I've never been tagged before, and its a good quiz, so here goes:

What's something you'd love to say to your younger selves of 2, 5, 10, and 15 years ago? (Doesn't necessarily have to be the same thing each time.)

2 years ago- age 30. For context, I had been pretty viciously attacked and was recovering. I'd say- don't bottle it up- it will make it worse in the long run.

5 years ago- age 27. Context- I was doing really well in nearly every area of my life- including with food (although exercise still wasn't in my agenda). Well done you! You are a great person. Celebrate, have fun. Relax. Go swimming.

10 years ago- age 22. For context, I was going through a period of deep depression. I'd say- things get better. You can't swallow your unhappiness. Make a change. You can do it.

15 years ago- age 17. This is a last time I remember being fit (I walked from Vancouver to Juneau when I was 17), and slim. I'd say- Things will change. You need to change with them.

Hmm. I hope that doesn't paint a disturbing picture of me and my life. Now for tagging- I'm not sure of the etiquette on this. I'll say Andrew H, Andrew E and Wryly. But only if they really want to!