Wednesday, 10 August 2011
I spent the first half of the year rushing out of bed and eating a bizarre combination of eggs, green beans and lentils before I'd opened my eyes properly, as part of the horrendous Tim Ferriss 'Four Hour Body' Slow Carb diet.
I should at that it works... you lose weight and inches, but you also have zero energy and it makes Jack a very dull boy.
Also, a one-day-a-week binge is an official part of the diet, so when you actually stop, you just carry in with the bingeing every day instead of once per week, ensuring that the weight and the inches pile back on faster than the aftermathh of any other failed diet you're tried before.
Anyway, that's not the point.
Now I'm getting up in the morning and scribing three, detailed, cathartic, stream-of-conscious pages of journal as recommended in The Artist's Way by Julia Cameron.
This is meant to be therapeutic and enable you to be at one with your desires, foibles, strengths and weaknesses, in order that you can focus on the positive things you wish to achieve and move on from any negative influences, whilst also leaving yourself a note to pay the window-cleaner.
I've only done three days and not really noticed a marked improvement in my mental or physical well-being, but perhaps I'm being impatient.
I haven't finished reading the book yet.