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Breakfast – water
Lunch – pasta, half a can of tomatoes, half an onion. 28p
Dinner – Four sausages, chips, 25g tomato sauce. 52p
Snacks – Two slices of bread. 12p
Today I hit the £1 mark. But boy oh boy, was it worth it.
I intended to have kidney bean burgers tonight. That would have put me at £1.01, and I’d have a nice recipe to show you guys. Sorry. Didn’t work out that way. When I was in the supermarket I spotted a pack of sausages that were reduced to 65p and realised that I could have sausage and chips for dinner. All other rational thought left my mind. I needed those sausages.
In my defence, it’s been a bitch of a day. I felt awful when I got into work, light headed and shaky. I had to leave the office to run an errand and walking past Pret with all the delicious smells of the hot food wafting towards me was like being punched in the stomach. Then we had cake to celebrate something in the office and I had to walk away because the smell made me cry – literally cry, tears rolling down my cheeks. Lunch saw me scraping the sides of my tupperware with my fork, even though I don’t even like tomatoes and that’s essentially all it was. After lunch I had another meeting with chocolate fingers and Jammy Dodgers. Then we had some leftover treats for guests being passed around the office…ALL THIS FOOD and I wasn’t allowed to have any of it. It was horrible. By the end of the day I was so hungry and stressed that when I had a minor issue at work I started crying again – and that’s really not like me.
I’m sorry you don’t get the bean burger recipe, but I really needed some decent food tonight.
And what do you know? My mood has improved 100%. I feel like my normal self again. I’m peckish, but not empty like I have been. My mind feels clearer and I don’t feel weak or grumpy. I am certain that when I go to bed, I’ll sleep soundly.
I take two things from this:
1) The sheer, unadulterated joy I felt from seeing those half price sausages was pathetic. This isn’t the usual pleasure I find in getting a deal – this was delight. This was me realising that I could afford to eat well for a night, this was happiness that I didn’t have to feel sick and rubbish, this was relief that I could take a break from it all. I felt like this after four days. Imagine how someone who has been living in poverty for weeks, months, years would have felt.
2) The difference food, or lack thereof, makes to you is astounding. How can we expect children to go to school and learn when they aren’t full and happy? How can we expect their parents to go to job interviews or work to better themselves when they can’t think, can’t concentrate, can’t walk without wanting to fall in a heap, can’t control their emotions? I’ve been doing this for four days and the difference is marked. Imagine if I’d been doing it for months.
If you are reading this, please please donate. It doesn’t have to be much – give up a coffee and donate £2, that’s absolutely fine. It breaks my heart to think of all the people who do this because they have no other choice and no escape. Let’s try and help some of them.
At 00:01am on Saturday morning, I intend to eat something delicious and filling. What shall I eat? At the moment (well, all today) I’m so hungry I can’t trust my brain to make decisions about deliciousness – thinking of a piece of bread gives me the same level of craving as thinking of steak and chips. So you can choose for me. Vote in the comments, and whatever has the most votes by 5:30pm is what I will buy to have.
- A whole tub of Ben and Jerry’s
- Chocolate biscuits and a cup of tea
- A ready meal – not sure what exactly, but will involve cheese and sauce and probably meat
- Chips and dip
- Something else entirely…