Day One in the ‘Eating Healthily to Avoid Early Heart Failure’ series.

Monday. Mid-March. Sunshine? What on earth.. Not only is the sun shining, but it’s about 18˚C. Not massively warm, but for early spring in the UK? We’re doing pretty well.

It’s also the time of year when deadlines are rapidly approaching. And therefore the time of year that I decide to kick-start a healthy living regime. Naturally. Am I insane? Probably. But if I keep it up then maybe this summer won’t be quite as horrific as those previous..

Anyway, kitchen times. I spent a few days at home with the family this week, (which resulted in a stressful train journey home) and as is often the case when the mother and I get together, spent most of those days in the kitchen. Inspired by her many many cookbooks, and by the fact that the brother has turned into a better cook than me, I’ve decided to inject more kitchen time into my life. Not only will it result in the consumption of healthier, tastier food, it will also serve as a fantastic tool of procrastination when I should be writing dissertations. So, day one in the eating-healthily-to-avoid-early-heart-failure series:

Sunny lunchtime..

Fresh salmon baked with herbs and whole garlic cloves, with a beetroot and spinach salad, topped with feta cheese and homemade honey-mustard dressing. Healthy eating can be pretty looking. And pretty tasting.

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The kitchen floor is comfy. Deal with it.

People often get confused when I blabber on about how I work better under pressure. SLASH cope better under pressure. SLASH actually kind of like being under pressure. It was only today, whilst sat on the kitchen floor drinking tea (as you do. Actually if you spend any time in our house you’ll realise that that’s actually *all* we do. Despite our kitchen being the size of a broom cupboard. A particularly small broom cupboard..) that I was able to fully get my own head around why that is..

I’m basically a massive control freak. Huh. It’s slightly weird saying that out loud. Because I did actually say that aloud.. Obviously. I guess it’s the same with most people, you like to know where you stand? In life generally. Or in a specific situation. But I just find that you always know where you stand when everything’s going on. When life is stupidly stressful. And you’ve got your list (also known as manic mindmap) of everything you need to deal with/sort out/do. It’s easier to clear your mind, after a good cry (or three), and deal with everything that keeps piling up and up and up.

When everything’s going right, I tend to panic. Be constantly dreading the next moment, knowing that it can’t last and that something has to go wrong soon.

That’s why I like the stress. The pressure. The massive weight of everything on your shoulders. Because you know where you stand. And what’s going on. And what *needs* to happen in order to sort it out.

Basically I’m a massive control freak.

You know the other thing I cleared up for the housemate tonight? I don’t like being relaxed. I know! I’m practically inhuman.. But yeah, I dread that feeling of total relaxation. It makes me immediately panic. How very fucked up is that? I prefer this ridiculous constant feeling of anxiety and uneasiness. Why? Because, well, because I’m an insane individual.. The idea of a spa or a massage literally puts me on the edge of blind panic. In the same way as how I woke up this morning and was immediately filled with dread at the fact that I had literally nothing to do today. I had a day off. AND WAS FILLED WITH DREAD.

What. The. Hell.

Events today in Jessington World of Adventures..

Apparently I’d forgotten just how much free time seems to come hand in hand with being a student. Particularly a drama student who has 10 hours of classes a week, most of which occur on a Monday and Tuesday. Believe you me, one can get ever so slightly bored..

Prime example? Today, in Jess-land the inhabitants did not emerge until almost midday. Following on from an excellent birthday meal last night for two of her housemates.. Pyjamas were essential items of clothing until at least 3, as tea and toast provided the first conversation of the day with a wonderful accompaniment. Having finally dressed and put on the majority of my face, kitchen cleaning ensued. I kid you not. I spring-cleaned (in the middle of winter, yes.) the kitchen. By myself. Although to be fair it was pretty okay cause we rearranged the majority of stuff in there yesterday. I was so very much in my element. God I sound cool.. ‘Hi my name’s Jess and I’m an organisation addict’. Or something equally lame.

About midway through the afternoon though, as the curtains finally opened, Jess-land was treated to a lovely gift. The fashionable housemate decided to attack her wardrobe. Excellent times as she told us to dive in (: So, the wardrobe is smiling smugly with it’s new additions hanging side by side amongst god-knows-how-old tops and dresses..

Thank you Miss Fashionable of The House 2009.

Then this afternoon, disaster struck. Boredom. Sheer and utter boredom. There is really no other even slightly nice way of putting it.. Such a dreadful state to be in resulted in this:

Excuse the lovely housemate in the background. I think she makes the picture..

Followed by almost 2 hours worth of Bullshit. Good times indeed..

Finally though it’s 6.30. This is a good thing. An almost excellent thing in fact. As still to come today in Jessington World of Adventures:

Dinner time (: Followed by alcohol investment. Followed by alcohol consumption. Followed by (as the posh-boy housemate phrased it..) ‘one messy night’. Genius.