All good things...

While we're on the nostalgic subject of TNG, I have to confess that I skipped to yoga class this morning so I could watch All Good Things... I think the episode is quite good finish to the series, and I especially love the last scene where captain Picard finally comes to the poker table. I remember how I used to love the whole Worf-Troi relationship that was going on on the seventh season, and I was always disappointed that nothing came out of it (although I guess she would have been all wrong for Worf in the long run).

Meanwhile in the real world, I've started a new diet - so I'm doing a lot more cooking trying to make it easier. The reason for this diet is quite embarrasing, but I'm going to share it with you anyway, in the hopes that while the truth is out I can't back out. The thing is, my trousers have shrunk since I moved to Canada. At first I put it down to sometimes using a tumble drier that can sometimes shrink clothes. Then last week I was putting on trousers that I don't often use and that haven't been yet washed here, and then my favourite jeans and they were uncomfortably tight too... And then it hit me. It's not so much that all my trousers have mysteriously shrank at the same time, but my butt has gotten bigger.

Then it all clicked - how recently I've started wearing yoga pants at home as they are "more comfortable", and how I've started to dislike looking at the mirror... This must be another thing that happens when - I was going to say "get older" - but the truth probably just is that I've been eating a lot more unhealthy food. When I'm not feeling too happy, it's easy to cheer oneself up by eating something nice, by picking up couple of slices of pizza and a doughnut. In England we never ate any cakes or doghnuts or cookies - crisps were my downfall but even then that was maybe once a week.

So now, Dragon the fitness guru has prepared a diet for me that sounds all very sensible. You know, eat healthy, drink lot of water and so on... of course it's bit more complicated than that but I'll let him explain it in case someone is interested. He's saying that if I stick to my diet I should be able to drop five kilos or so in a month or two which would get me back to my pants. I've already promised myself some pretty underwear once that's happened.

But one of the things about Dragon's diets is that you're allowed to have one "candy day" a week when you can pig out all you want. I've already insisted that this weekend Dragon should take me to Death by Chocolate on Denman, a designer chocolate dessert restaurant. I'll tell you then how it turns out.

In case you're wondering, that photo is of the frienly cat that lives somewhere on Cardero who loves to meet people. I met her today when I was on my way to buy rice paper to wrap my sweet chili prawns into.