How has it happened, you ask? I could put forward a number of theories, including not being able to stroll up and down a white sandy beach whenever the mood for a little gentle exercise took hold. Or the fact you seem to have less of an appetite when it's thirty-five degrees outside. Or I could be honest and say it's a complete lack of discipline! Writing hard and sitting for longer periods at a stretch, with a chefs kitchen almost with touching distance, I’m drinking more coffee and nibbling on all those snacky things I couldn’t get in Tonga. Oh, and imbibing the odd glass of wine too. Then there’s the external factors, like popping into a Speight’s Alehouse for one – and ending up having three or was it four, and ordering delicious pork dumplings and spicy calamari off the menu. All on the way home from our weekly shopping trip I might add.
Anyway, I blame the supermarkets for my small weight gain – small as in, no I haven’t put it all back on, just half the seven kilo’s lost. It's all that temptation bombarding you as you make your way down the aisles, all that colour, all that variety. And let’s not mention the aroma wafting from the bakery section. If you’ve read my blog of our time on the island, you’ll recall shopping for food on Vava’u is not a pleasurable experience. Dark and dingy premises, limited choice and even more limited stock, it’s a necessity to get over and done with.
Home again, I’m finding it hard to stay with buying only what's missing from the cupboard. Instead of picking up just the one particular item we're short of, I add a second flavour/size/brand. And gosh that’s a bargain, I’ll have three while the price lasts. And make it the jumbo size while you’re at it. And the music! It doesn't matter which branch of New World you shop in, it seems they all want you dancing in the aisles. One woman the other day was singing aloud as she nudged her trolley along, and making a good job of it. Nor was it just that particular track doing it for her. Passing her again four or five aisles later she was bopping to another disco beat. I mean why leave the place when you’re having so much fun?