It dawned on me recently while I was travelling, just some of the ridiculous measures we go to in order to relieve ourselves of a little bit of effort. I think anyone who’s ever been in an airport or a shopping centre will be familiar with the ‘travelator’ or moving walkway; the escalator that runs flat along the ground.
There seems to be some debate, on the internet anyway, what the correct and proper plural term for ‘Octopus’ is.
I thought it would be ‘Octopi’, and so did many other people as it turns out, however, it is actually ‘Octopuses’. Perhaps Octopussy is better, certainly for this purpose, as I essentially claimed James Bond status this week by taking down four octopuses in one sitting. Octopussy’s. Whatever…
I get asked many questions about this 52 meats challenge, and frequently. They vary significantly, however, one that has certainly popped up more than most as the weeks have progressed is:
Do you get sick of it?
Where do I begin
As 2012 progresses and the weeks march on I continue to search out different meats to source, cook and most importantly- eat.
Today I embark on a very different 52 meats journey. I plan to get this weeks meat by means of shooting it, (and killing it if necessary, if my shot is as bad as I imagine it will be), butchering it, cooking the meat and lastly of course- eating it!
I’ve just had a revelation– I am killing it! 2012 is 30 weeks old, which means I have eaten a different meat each week for 30 consecutive weeks! Is this pure stubbornness on my part, or am I determined, focused and thoroughly enjoying, revelling in even, what is a very different, yet horizon expanding challenge?
This week started on an absolute high. Appearing on live TV for the first time, whilst also cooking a completely new meat for this challenge; my 52 meats in 52 weeks, and making sure to not only avoid muddling my words or ramble aimlessly, but to speak clearly, confidently and get my story and message across in the short time slot available, was quite frankly- terrifying.
Why is there such a common disparity between ‘What I know I should do’ and ‘What I actually do’ when it comes to food, eating and nutrition?
If we know what we should do, why aren’t we doing it? Is it simply a case of taking yourself, your body and your health for granted? I commonly use myself as an example, it’s the easiest one to use, and I think I live pretty well and I certainly strive to practice what I preach and walk what I talk. Continue reading
Fifty Two 