A fool’s guide to a calorie controlled diet

Hunger: you have to wait for the next meal
Appetite: You have to control your appetite
The desire of the eyes: you have to be on guard

Your sorrows: emotional pain, grief, depression
A food balanced intake: regular meals to avoid an eating disorder

?Freeing the muscular system from carrying extra weight to do more energetic things
?Freeing the pressure on lungs as you breathe
?Freeing the worries of your mind about your weight

Bad days and sleeplessness:
Exercise = a good night’s sleep
Exercise: Ten minutes a day take the blues away

Endurance: identifying how you feel
Socializing?

Sometimes you feel you don’t want to eat, that you need support;
make sure that one isn’t influenced by the other
you don’t want to eat full stop or
you don’t want to eat because you enjoy feeling hungry in a martyred way

stick to your instincts about food
stick to the plan even when under attack by unreasonable thoughts and feelings
get back onto your diet feet and carry on

in reply to people who say
I’m overindulging today
-why don’t you join me
say
I’m not hungry, thankyou
And tell them a joke

Guilt: you buy a chocolate bar for your self
It will nudge out a proper meal for that day
Let it
Let nothing stop you
Losing calories,
using up fat tissue and keeping to the mission

Exercise
Is exercise the beall & endall
Or is it a back up and support

When you start dieting you may not want to exercise
But then later on out of the blue you might feel that you want to
The more you begin to lose weight the more you feel like a little exercise

Because you were overweight
and you were in a system where you ate
because the weight made you feel tired
and you needed energy to support the weight

if you decide to use the gym
remember it’s not a tea party
you go into a strange environment
a factory setting, a gym factory
and you go to do battle

food: eat what you enjoy
eat what you need
try to keep it balanced
in a tipsy turvy kind of way

eat what you enjoy if you socialize
but not more than what you need
eat what you need if you feel down
and get an early night
and get some exercise
even if all you can do is a few push-ups
keep the momentum

giving up is like going belly up
going belly up is giving in to the beast that stalks you
a hungry lion

maybe we lose weight exponentially
maybe it starts of very, very slowly
and then gets slowly better
whatever the fact of the matter
don’t lose control on the downhill ride

calories, begin as if you were
1/ eating for a normal weight so that
when you reach a normal weight you’re ok with it
If you have a bad sleep pattern
Notice it, take control
Don’t let it own you, you own it

There are weaker parts of our sleep
Where we might wake up
Early morning is great for your strange dreams

Losing weight is complex
It is emotionally grueling to deal with

But if you want to improve your self confidence
And enjoy life it is worth it

Put your agreed amount of calories in your wallet
You have maybe 2,500 calories a day to spend
When your wallet is empty that is it

Fat – there is fat under your skin
And worse there is fat around your organs

If you’re of sound mind – use the bathroom scales
If not – don’t worry about it

If you eat an unscheduled chocolate bar
Then you maybe shouldn’t eat the roast beef for dinner
only the spuds

If you are or are not on a diet schedule – it doesn’t matter
You must learn how to control your appetite

You might have brought too much food in the shop
and feel you have to eat it all and not waste it
Wrong
You must learn to shop wisely and fill your plate wisely

How does the body start to use up fat?
Try to picture it,
try to find out about the process and how it works

There is invisible light

There is invisible light
There is invisible sound
Is there invisible food?
Maybe without cells
Or cooking smells
Not super marketed in packets
Behind a strong room door
That I cannot find
A forbidden invisible fruit
A grass that grows
Invisible above the clouds
A vegetable that thrives in space
Without revealing itself
To the human range
The human scope of what is known
A mode of a material
Beyond scientific reason
A food of life
That my eyes cannot see
That my stomach cannot digest
That my mouth cannot taste
That even if I highlight with a coloured dye
That makes me salivate
I cannot eat
A food that requires
Materialization to occur
is imagination real?
Are dreams in a manual to be learned?
As big as the internet
As heavy as a milky way in space
That only a small portion
Can live in me
Because
Of my small interface
With the universe
Small in speech and hearing, Small eyes,
Small in heart and capacity for learning
Small and small wise
A small-wise me
Who needs feeding,
capable of bleeding
Capable of dying while the wheat grows tall
In the silent wind

Like wartime London

Like wartime London during the blitz

Like wartime London during the blitz
The aftershock of invasion
Some give in and some resist
The invisible breath of covid
If you could reveal it with coloured dye
A whole new empire might emerge
Of pathways hither and thither
And at the end of the pathways
Is a wooden spoon, a potential death
In massed housing of the poor
Should they paint across the door a red cross?
Should the Marshalls lock them in?
Should the Marshalls seal them up?
The virus likes the lower levels
The dark passageways it travels
Where people do not matter
It makes their lungs rattle
It consumes them like convenient meals
The virus has a key to open deaths door
And in through there the people pour
It sets a clock on chromosomes and cells
It sets the alarm on the unpaid loans of life
The battle fields of hospital wards
In the oxygen masks and lumpy overalls
Amongst the movable instruments
The wheelie beds, the bleepers
The covid coma victims are set like cultured pearls
They are given prognosis like now or not yet
And just as in the beginning of any battle
Those in denial speak the loudest
Those in denial act like fools
Wanting to live their life together
Without interference
Wanting to keep their world together
Ignoring supervision
They cluster and they complain
The virus doesn’t matter
They are immune to death and pain
They believe in themselves
They put themselves first
And the virus passes right through them
One dies here, the others continue oblivious
This is the advantage of being a virus
It kills and it does not have to answer
It uses the foolish to target the weakest
And where there’s neglect it’s at its strongest
And the angel was told to pour out the vial
And leave the olive and the grape
And a third of the people died
But of those who remain will they place the blame
Will they continue on the same?
This after all is human nature
To love what money can buy
But there is not enough money to save them
Wealth against death falls short
It’s better to be a public servant
Then to pack the beaches
But even with this career
There’s an element of fear
Big events are made by big people
And the biggest person of all
Is invisible after all

The culture vultures of Ulster

I went into a darkened room
There were lots of people in the gloom
Multimedia butterflies
Greek poets in disguise
I went up to this girl to ask her
What’s all this? What come s after
From the famous theatre of Ulster
Where everyone is a culture vulture

A man with a face of Mona Lisa
A girl leaning over like the Tower of Pisa
A salamander said he was Shakespeare
I was the only normal one there
I knew I had not ask
They were the members of the cast
From the famous theatre of Ulster
And everyone was a culture vulture

There was wine and caviar
There was whisky in a jar
Cream cakes piled up to the ceiling
I could hear they all were screaming
It don’t matter just come as you are
Come by foot or come by car
We are the famous theater of Ulster
We are all culture vultures

The old cat is sleeping

The old cat is sleeping on the garden chest
The suns not so bad for autumn
The honeysuckle has climbed onto the dog rose branch
The cat sleeps with one eye open

The maple leaves shake in a slight breeze
A tiny fly drifts by the window
The flowerpots are stacked high
The sunflower heads are sleepy

Jesus in the waterfall

Jesus in the waterfall
With the sweet taste of starlight
And living pebbles beneath his feet
And a handful of sparrows

Jesus in the river rapids
Sailing like a sword
Billowing like a top sail
With the mathematics of the word

Jesus in the estuary
With a fleet of ships out bound
Sailing ahead of destiny
Beneath the eyes of eternity

Jesus sits in the mountains
Holding the reins of the rivers
Caught by the lens of a camera’s eye
By the shoals of fish flying by

The law tracked him down to his office
In the detective agency
Somewhere in the old downtown streets
With the roaring words of the rain
And radio playing children’s games

Working from home, you hear things
Better than you do down under
Where you talked to a wall of silence
And lived with a family of hyenas

Working from your home in downtown
At night, your dream continues
Like a bird on the giants causeway
You make it all the way to England

Box of straw

It is a noise you cannot help making
Gulping
You put the cup of hot tea to your mouth
And with blind pleasure
You start gulping

I scroll through the TV programs menu
1-801, BBC 1- CCXTV
It’s a Saturday morning
There’s no comedy series
There’s news, news, news, news, news

The cat puts on a performance each and every morning
She is pushy, she makes me feed her
– It starts with mewling
Running across the top of the furniture into the kitchen
Then back out again
She sits and stares at me until I remember
She’ll follow me into the kitchen

I look at my box of straw
Nothing has happened
My box of straw is so real
It’s the realest thing
Why do I keep it?
What am I keeping it for?
It’s a second reality
The way I look at it and wish for something
Or I want something

Inside my flat everything is mine
Everything is my choice
Every colour every shape is my choice
It’s a home of shapes and colours

Outside is growth and replacement
Different ticking hearts
In different breathing animals
People in different weathers
Different nights and different mornings

There is also the black hand gang
They are territorial
They are destructive
They love how destruction levels everything down

We went to the Italian restaurant
It was the same as before
We sat own
The same as before
My friend who is more narcistic than I am
Ordered
The same as before
The same fit and order of behaviour

I saw a shiny five pence piece on the ground
The waitress came out to clear up the table
I said to her
“Would you like to be rich?”
She looked at me surprised
I said that there’s a five pence piece on the ground and pointed at it
My friend said that I was cruel as the waitress turned and looked
It’s just a joke I replied
The waitress picked it up and left
Saying that it was her lucky penny

Popular Chinese Pop Song

There was a super great documentary once on TV called something like Wan Lee and his daughters. It was about a traditional Chinese folk singer. It was his families job throughout their generations to continue the folk music of his people somewhere in the North West of China. But it was traditional for his sons to do so and he had sons only daughters, the documentary showed his anguish as the thought of his traditional music dieing out because his daughters weren’t interested in continuing the traditions and learning the songs. I sometimes try a search for this doc. but it has vanished it seems, but one of the most memorable moments on Tv and a pleasure to have seen.

In the icy sunset

In the icy sunsets charm of D minor
I can hear a yellow river
Flowing into a red sea
I can hear the preparations of the bride to be – in D minor

In the ice flows of the northern territory
Where the blood of whales fills the sea
I hear the drone of Canadian geese
Flying leeward in to the thunder

In the icy sunsets charm
Of their brutal tuxedoed arm
Where because of a dreams alarm
There is a desert frozen by nights decree

In the chiming rigging of D minors lemon liqueur
Lips struggle for breath
Courage is wrapped in gold leaf
And ghosts descend the palace steps

and the bride hides what she has left
The arpeggio of D minor