Today I woke up and put my back out. I spent the first hour of the day lying on the floor trying to find a comfortable position before finally going out and buying some ibuprofen - which really helped.
£3.25
That's what my painkillers cost - just over three days' food allowance. Four days in, that's how I've taken to measuring everything, and it's really sobering to look at things in those terms. Go hungry, or treat the pain. I'm lucky that I genuinely can't imagine what it must be like to make those choices.
On more mundane matters, I'm pretty sick of my diet of rice, pasta, lentils and porridge. I don't eat meat anyway, so that's no loss, but the sheer repetitiveness borne out of having to buy in bulk to achieve the price point means my diet is not exciting. By far my worst meal of the three is lunch - pasta, special offer 'greek style' cheese, and chives and marjoram from the garden. I'm no fan of pasta salad at the best of times and it's not improved that the budget doesn't stretch to any dressing. Here it is... as photogenic as I could make it.....
Next year I will have to make more effort to work vegetables into the menu!
No comments:
Post a Comment