Day Seven

Today my task was to do a good deed. Which was another funny one, because I like to think that I do a lot of good deeds. And thus, it gave me plenty of room for embarrassment, because I realised that actually my average day doesn’t contain that much impressive righteous stuff.

I blame it on the holiday.

Anyhow, I toyed with lots of crazy stuff, like paying for the shopping of the person in front of us in the supermarket queue. When we came to gather provisions for the week ahead, however, there were two heavy-set Russian blokes in front of us, (plus lots of beer), who were chattering away, and I thought it might be difficult to explain that I was doing a new kind of diet where you have to do random good deeds. By the end of the day I still hadn’t figured out what to do, which was acutely frustrating. After having discounted making a donation to charity, which is, of itself, a bit of a habit for me, I had to settle for cooking everybody dinner. This felt like a major cheat because I was going to have to do it at some point during the holiday anyway. And I couldn’t do the washing-up on top, because we forgot to get gloves to protect my ‘difficult’ skin. So I went the extra mile and made it a bit special with proper dustings of cocoa on the dessert, etc. All a bit posh. I think it went down quite well.

I can’t say that what I’ve been eating has been extra-specially healthy lately, but I’ve noticed that I seem to get full up quicker than usual. I like the feeling less and less. I’ve got to learn to stop just before the moment I know I’m totally satisfied.