A KitKat That Stopped Calling My Name
There's a KitKat on my desk that's been there for longer than I can remember. I look at it, and nothing happens. I don't really know what that means. I'm just noting that it's odd.
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An Elephant in Molasses
Tai Chi is supposed to be slow and gentle. I feel like I'm sprinting to keep up and sinking at the same time. If you've ever been the one person in the room who can't make a 'simple' movement look simple, this one's for you.
Tuesday Turbulence
My stomach has been churning since last night's dinner, and it's not the first Tuesday that's happened. The timing turns out to make a surprising amount of sense once you look at how long tirzepatide actually sticks around.
Is 85% Actually Better?
Two bars of 85% cocoa are sitting in the fridge, and I've started to wonder whether I'm just looking for permission. So I checked what the actual evidence says, and it's less flattering to my argument than I'd hoped.
Look, Consider, Close the Tin
I've started wondering if I've forgotten what physical hunger actually feels like. I'm not sure I can answer that one. What I can tell you is what happens when I open the biscuit tin now, and it isn't what used to happen.
I Bought a Kilo of Peanut Butter
I thought I'd learned my lesson about buying food in bulk after the 5 kg bag of sugar. Turns out I'd learned the wrong one.
Apparently, Some People Only Eat When They're Hungry
A joke on Mock the Week's 2026 summer special landed harder than it should have, because it described a way of eating I genuinely didn't know existed. Then I noticed I do the opposite too.
Two Bars of 85%
I'm not really a chocolate person, but I've been eating less, the chocolate's still in the fridge, and somebody has forgotten the rule. Two bars of 85% cocoa are now the most difficult thing in the kitchen.
Denied Ambrosia
Shepherd's pie from the freezer, plenty of vegetables, and then I stopped. The old ritual was a pie-and-gravy sandwich on buttered bread, then more bread to mop up the gravy. Tonight I didn't follow it, and my brain has filed a complaint.
Become Slightly Less Shit
I want to move better, and the plan is Tai Chi in the front room. The hard part isn't the movements. It's being seen doing something that feels unfamiliar and slightly ridiculous.