I eated it

Nov. 12th, 2011 03:33 pm
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I've started trying to keep track of what I eat on a Tumblr blog, to see if there are any obvious deficiencies or easy improvements I could make to back up the exercise I'm doing. So far I've just been trying to eat more protein and less chocolate and carbs, but not in any particularly systematic way...
denny: (Dangerous Steve has defeated gravity!)
On a whim, I decided to count up how many calories I'd eaten/drunk at work today...

1 x cheese and ham toasted sandwich - estimated 400 600 kcal
2 x Orange Lucozade - 266 each
1 x battered sausage and chips (from fish and chip shop) - estimated 600 1000 kcal
1 x isotonic drink - 136 kcal
2 x mini Cadbury's Dairy Milk - 80 each
1 pack of cheap strawberry fizzy sweets - 240 kcal

600 + 266 + 266 + 1000 + 136 + 80 + 80 + 240 = 2668

[Plus dinner, which I've now forgotten but was probably not entirely healthy.]

The Lucozade bottle helpfully informs me that 266 kcal is 13% of my RDA, so that makes the RDA about 2050? [Or maybe 2500? Or 3000? PRACE BETS NOW!] Clearly I have a well-optimised terrible balanced frightening whatever diet. *cough*
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The Good

Last night, [livejournal.com profile] libellum and I went to Belgo Noord, a Belgian eating/drinking place in Camden (just south of Chalk Farm tube station). ZOMG. You must go. For the odd person like me who isn't too interested in beer, they have fantastic food - we had mussels, steak, lobster, and pheasant, accompanied by chips (with frite sauce, nyom) and garlic mushrooms. There wasn't a single thing on that list that they didn't cook to perfection. For the rest of you, they have a list of beers that borders on terrifying - especially once you start looking at the percentage of alcohol in them. If that's not enough, the prices are fairly reasonable, and the service is incredibly good. Extremely recommended.

The Bad

This morning I tried to pay for £18 of groceries on my debit card, only to find that it was rejected for 'insufficient funds'. This was quite unexpected, so I phoned up Abbey and asked for a run-down of transactions since payday. It turns out my card has been cloned. Again. By the same people, or at least, they've spent money on all the same websites and phone top-ups as last time. Fuckers.

I've been quite careful about where I use the debit card since last time this happened, and particularly in my area as I know it was cloned by someone around here last time. This means that I'm almost positive that it's the shop straight across from my flat, which is really disappointing because they seem like nice guys.

The Ugly

Just got back from the gym. I am very unfit. Oog.
denny: Photo of me wearing my beloved silly hat.  It's wuzzy! (Default)
From [livejournal.com profile] katyha; apparently when I hug my friends (and even worse, my dad), it's a faux-american nervous tic.

There was plenty of hugging at Planet Angel on Friday*. Much fun was had by all, and the resident hippies are every bit as friendly as I was promised. They even let me do glow-poi on their 'no poi on the dancefloor' dancefloor, because it was "well pretty, man" and I had a crowd watching me at the time. [livejournal.com profile] bluecassandra and her 'little' sister were looking particularly fabulous.

[livejournal.com profile] libellum and myself left a few minutes before the end, had an extremely short drive back to mine (London with no traffic is remarkably pleasant to drive through), and got ourselves eight hours sleep in preparation for...

Torture Garden on Saturday night. Lots more fun than PA, so it must have been pretty damn good. I juggled shiny things a lot, replaced my glow-poi audience of the night before with a 'beating my girlfriend with various implements' crowd, on pretty much exactly the same spot (TG has the dungeon where PA has the main dancefloor), grinned while said girlfriend ran around the club waylaying any girls who made eye contact with her and snogging them (she did such a good job on one little oriental girl that said girl went off and came back with a friend!!), and got told by one very animated guy that we 'defined' TG for him. We may have been doing something rude on the dancefloor a few minutes before that**. :-D

Sunday we drove home, got another eight hours of solid sleep, then reluctantly eased back into consciousness. At this point I had the brilliant idea of going to the flower market around the corner from my place and buying [livejournal.com profile] libellum a few flowers. I bought the place out of roses, then bulked them up a bit with carnations - final count was 160 roses and 80 carnations I believe. It was quite funny watching her try to find enough containers to put them all in when we got back to her place. Especially when one container turned out to have a resident spider of impressive size - I reckon he was good for a handspan when he waved his legs around (which he was doing quite a lot, as [livejournal.com profile] libellum had put water in the pot before spotting him).

In between getting back to mine with the flowers and getting them to their new home, we also had a visit from [livejournal.com profile] romauld and [livejournal.com profile] elise, and the four of us wandered down Brick Lane and I ate some of the most unlikely things. Anyone familiar with my fussiness over food would be either proud of me, or deeply shocked :) I might pop down there again in future... I doubt it was very healthy, but at least it was different.

At [livejournal.com profile] libellum's place there were also residents [livejournal.com profile] strongtrousers and [livejournal.com profile] glamwhorebunni, and we all spent a few hours nattering before eventually I gave [livejournal.com profile] elise a lift to Kings Cross (although possibly the wrong bit, I realised this morning), and then crawled home into bed. And then read until gone midnight, which was foolish. (Getting up this morning)--

Waking up this morning was particularly unpleasant as my habitual check of my mobile for text messages revealed that my kid brother had been bottled at 2am last night and was currently in hospital being treated for serious head wounds. Apparently he's going to be okay - my mum rang me as I was walking to work to give me the details - but still, not the best news to start a Monday with.

So that was the weekend that was. I feel remarkably intact considering I just did two all-night clubs... maybe I'm not quite as old as I've been feeling lately :) Now to try to write some code, ugh.

* also some kissing of men (with facial hair), so I'm just losing manliness and Britishness points all over the place here.
** in related news, [livejournal.com profile] libellum has apparently learnt to breathe through her ears.

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