Of Doing Things Differently January 14, 2008
Posted by Jen in : Journal , 22 commentsCrumbs. I’m feeling a bit odd today. Nothing new there, I hear you say. Har. You’re funny.
Seriously, though, I’ve been intrigued by the No Diet Diet that has been running in The Independent. It works on the premise that we (oh, ok then, I) don’t need to count carbs and calories or any of that malarkey. All we (grrr, yes, me then) need to do is change our habits. I know, it sounds a bit daft. Maybe that’s why it appeals to me. I’m fascinated by the concept that I can munch a bacon sarnie instead of sipping a skimmed soya milk smoothie so long as I’m reading something different to usual. I must confess, though, even I am sceptical that reading Grazia instead of yet another writing manual is going to turn me super-skinny anytime soon.
I do, however, very much like the idea of getting out of my usual routine. Last night, for example, instead of watching trashy TV, lovely bf and I went to see Once at the Trinity Centre in Tunbridge Wells. Blimey. I truly have not the words. Oddly, the film is hardly about anything at all but, oh, it’s utterly compulsive. I loved that it was made on such an obviously low budget; it really reinforces my belief that imperfect reality is so much more enthralling than airbrushed perfection.
When the film ended, lovely bf stroked my cheek, expecting a trickle of tears. I think he was surprised not to find any. I smiled bravely and didn’t tell him that I’d been deliberately not watching the film but counting the wooden arches on the walls instead. Unfortunately, because I was too embarrassed and determined not to cry last night, my well is flowing over today.
My head hurts, I’m so overwhelmed with whatever that film did to me.
I think I might love Glen Hansard. And, actually, I think I might be just ever so slightly in love with Marketa Irglova too. I expect we’ll be back to Dancing on Ice next weekend. Sigh. Just as well. I’ll be worn out from crying by then.
