Finding balance.

  As I wondered off in the direction of some exercise, my noodle was considering the almost continuous food based conversation that is the background noise to the majority of my conscious life. Just to be clear, what gets thought about during periods of unconsciousness still occasionally manages to surprise me and is definitely not fit for print, but that's a topic for another day.

  A subject that surfaces often is to do with my food choices. Questions like, what do I feel?, is this serving me?, how can I tweak it? and that sort of thing are the sort of quandaries that get sent up to the conference room for contemplation. It may be worth pointing out that all of these questions have versions that relate to you because, as you may remember, I want you to benefit from my ruminations.

  There is a big sign up in the conference room that reminds everyone present that while I'm blessed with my self discipline, this isn't something to be taken for granted, and things I consider to be a good idea are not universally considered as such. While I may try to convince you to adopt certain dietary practices, even if you do want to take my advice on board, there is a useful tip to remember and that is to do with balance.

  Everyone knows that a certain amount of discipline is necessary to be healthy and we all differ in how disciplined we are so how to strike a balance? If the amount of mental effort is more than you'd expend tidying your bedroom (doing laundry, making your bed, picking up your stuff off the floor), but less than studying full time for a degree or similar then you're probably on the right track.

  However, if your health and the maintenance of it -including cooking- is something you find joyful then no discipline is necessary and aren't you lucky? On the other hand, if you're finding the whole experience so stressful that you're hair has turned grey then the damage you're causing is going to outweigh the benefits of any diet you follow. There's a line from the film, Betty Blue that I'm reminded of. It goes something like, 'I like to deny my desires sometimes. Having the choice reminds me I'm still alive.'

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Kirk out

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