Part of the one-person debate was ignited further by an article I'd stumbled across about the way we prefer to shop. Apparently the 'once' weekly shop is on the decrease as we choose to shop little and frequently these days. My one-person discussion started debating that if we're shopping more often and only purchasing what we need, how is it that per family (statistically) we're throwing away £700 per year? And how is it that we're eating ourselves into obesity?
Admittedly, since giving up the daily jog up and down the tube escalators at Leicester Square, and although I do walk the dogs, I have seen my once non-existent muffin-top grow and I know I'm in denial of the fact that my once average bottom and hips, no longer fit into those size 12 jeans, I just won't admit it just yet.
In fact, 'lifestyle' seems to be hot on everyone's lips today, Simon Mayo has been bemoaning that the Rock & Roll Lifestyle really isn't that good for us this afternoon. Of course I'm in no way surprised by this news, however it is rather depressing as I looked down and realised that neither is eating lots of good food with butter, cream and other deelish ingredients. I remember a time when I would look disparagingly at 40-something women standing on the tube with their muffin tops popping over their waistbands and thinking that this would never happen to me. I even remember listening to my Mother stressing several years back that she couldn't seemingly loose weight, whilst my brother and I simply told her that if she went for a couple of weekly runs, laid off the chocolate, the weight would simply drop off.
How wrong was I on so many levels. Admittedly, in this house, we do have a freezer teaming with an array of meat and game which The Man has either bartered or shot himself, so that means I don't do too much 'meat' shopping on our weekly trip to the supermarche. But I do religiously pick out three dishes that I want to make and then spend the rest of the week re-working the leftovers into another meal. I wonder if this comes from my Granny who first introduced me to cooking - and eating strange meat like tongue which I actually don't dislike, I just find that I can't prepare it.
So is obesity about eating the wrong food? Or is it due to the fact that we don't eat the way we used to? Obviously exercise has a great impact on the obesity factor but I remember my Granny - who was always very trim even though she ate chocolate and lots of home-made biscuits - telling me that she used to get one large cut of meat a week, to which she cut/carved/recooked into a variety of meals to feed Gramps and her four sons. Is it our lack of cooking from scratch or that we're no longer as adventurous (being the supermarkets don't provide it) with our meat? I've just ordered Tom Parker Bowles new recipe book 'Let's Eat Meat', because I'm interested in his concept of eating different varieties of meat (cheap, prime, scraps) "with an eye on welfare, it encourages to spend money on eating less but better meat. But this is no revolution: here are recipes for dishes rooted in cultures where meat is a luxury, and so delicious .." I guess we will see if following his practice I loose any weight and I will report back on any successes.
In the meantime, I will continue to rehash my leftover Dauphinoise Potatoes into a fabulous mash. I will continue to cook large cuts of meat (even though there are only two of us) and recreate into another dish but what I think I probably need to do most, is stop my Floyd Grossman 'wineathons' whilst I'm cooking in the evening and probably cut out a little of the butter and cream from every meal so that perhaps I will get back into those size 12 jeans again.