Up to the brim

  There was a time when the feeling of being absolutely stuffed was strangely satisfying. I describe it as strange, not because of how it felt at the time but because how I feel now. The idea of allowing myself to eat without any restrictions feels like a tantalising prospect when it's in the future, but in reality?

  This is what I woke up with today. It has only been three days and yet, I seem to have found my limit already and I'm quite looking forward to my self imposed regimen. I wouldn't even say that I've gone out of my way to eat everything in sight, just that I've had a lot more sugary, boozy, dairy and carby food than I normally would.

Nearly hectic

  The thing that is most noticeable is that my body is telling me quite clearly that it is very much looking forward to more of the natural stuff going in and smaller portions too. What is harder to measure is whether eating what is essentially more junk food has had any effect on my mood, and if so, in what way.

  Of course it's hard to tell if I'm more lethargic than usual because I'm chilled out and laid back with a lot less distractions and imperatives but there's a good way to test for that; I clean up my diet and stay here another week. That sounds pretty reasonable to me if I'm honest.

  We're here for one more night then it's back to busy London and the sort of food that I once would have found restrictive but am now looking forward to in a big way. I'll just have to find an excuse to go away again to test out my energy levels away from the city in a hot, chilled climate. Sounds exhausting.

Kirk chilled out

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