So welcome once again to Sunday, a day of rest for some, a day of activity for others.
Only one thing to say about this.
It’s not like it used to be.
Sundays used to be quiet and dull. As Morrissey sang in 1988 (Yes! nearly 30 years ago!) “Everyday is like Sunday, everyday is silent and grey” Unfortunately this is no longer an analogy that could be used because in this day and age, that Sunday feeling really no longer exists in the way it used to.
As a small boy I would get up in the morning and not being a church going family would head straight out to the local “green” and play football, calling for like minded pals along the way. And as I did this my mother would cook a roast dinner – because it was a Sunday and my father was often found doing a morning’s overtime at his work in the car factory.
Now even I remember when working on a Sunday was paid at a premium because you were helping out the greater cause but somehow it became simply another part of the working week and is now so expected I don’t even think that it attracts any kind of enhancement.
Anyway, back to the olden days or as some would call them the golden days. If ever I am asked I think the reason we went and played football at every opportunity is because games consoles like Atari, Sega and Playstation didn’t exist back then so there was precious little else to do. If kids think they are bored nowadays with all of the stuff available to them, imagine how it was back in the days before my generation! Those were a post war time of austerity and boredom was a way of life. I was lucky that all we needed was a football and a couple of jumpers and we were set.
Anyway, I digress. Sundays used to be the archetypal everything slows down to a standstill. People took a gentle stroll after their lunches (not me, I was back to the football pitch 😉 ) or they had a snooze in front of the TV whilst watching the BIG Match which was free and didn’t require cables or satellites, just the ability to get up off of your backside and change the channel on the TV set to one of the THREE that were available back then.
Maybe if you were feeling energetic you might clean your car or if it had a problem then it may need to be tinkered with so it could be used in the morning. Today, if the car is dirty we take it to a power wash or a foam roller car wash and god forbid if there is a problem with the car, well good luck understanding what goes on under the bonnet with all of the computers and electronics that now take care of everything so that we might have the low emissions we must all worry now about (well according to the media we do….)
Now do not get me wrong, I do not hanker for the past at all because I have become too used to the world as it is, living in the hustle and bustle of the 21st century where things have to change lest they become outdated and no longer viable. As you know I regularly shut myself off from the world on a Sunday by taking myself off for a good long walk but I am safe in the knowledge that should I need that pint of milk or that piece of fish for my dinner then I can always pop to the shop and pick it up. If I forget a piece of material for a DIY job I can simply go to the local hardware store and pick it up so the job isn’t delayed (to sure if that second example is a good thing or not!) Everything is accessible. Everything has changed. Everything is in a rush and everything is convenient.
SO Sunday is fast becoming simply another day that is plain to see across the generations. The older ones still live in the era of Roast Dinners and walks after lunch where as the younger ones take their free time to go shopping or socialise in the pubs making the most of the weekend.
So what is this post all about? Well I suppose I am trying to offer the analogy of how times change, cultures change and people change. In the days of yore that I speak of there were many less Obese people because the world wasn’t created for convenience, there weren’t the fast food alternatives. Meals weren’t ready made and people took time to prepare food themselves because there were less things to interfere with our lifestyles. Back then there was little or no thought to how we treated other cultures or races. Sexuality wasn’t discussed because it didn’t exist in the eyes of the media or the law. Religious wars were fought somewhere far away and as long as it didn’t affect a working man’s right to a pint of a Friday night or Sunday lunchtime then very few people cared.
Today though, we are all clued up on what is right and wrong. We have our opinions on other nations and terror organisations made for us by our government spin doctors, we have so many ways of keeping up with the daily cycle of life that you cannot literally get away from it even if you were in outer space. We are told we must be nice to other people, we must not care about cast, creed or colour. We should not concern ourselves if someone is straight or gay but only if they are morally corrupt.
Yes, as I say on the whole things have changed for the better, but in an age where everything is accepted as long as it harms no other person it still amazes me that the one thing the modern world still won’t allow is for you to get FAT.
No, that really wouldn’t do at all.
FOOD DIARY:Friday October 2nd 2015
|Qty||Measure||Food||Calories (gr)||Protein (gr)||Carbs (gr)||Fat (gr)|
|Breakfast||2||75gms||Toasted Rye Bread.||286||7.4||72.4||2.2|
|1||Mini Muffin||Egg, Cottage Cheese and Ham Mini Muffins.||130||18||4||4|
|Lunch||1||Small Bowl||Quinoa and Greek Feta Prawn Salad||198||25||13||7.9|
|Dinner||1||Small Bowl||Beef Noodle and Dumpling Stew||326||17||10||4|
So yesterday was spent writing and walking. The walks were pretty good considering it was a simple trip out to pass some time and the food wasn’t too bad although the figures are relate to the day before. All was good and the macro’s from the Stew were on the button from the days intake.
As for the days exercise it turned to be not too bad with me managing 11949 steps but there was still no proper gym or power walking. I hope that today I shall be able to walk a good distance and enjoy the fruits of the Sunday Stroll’s labour.
But for now we shall simply go with the screenshot that affords us the fact that even on my day off I am still mixing it up with the best of them…..
Stay out of the fridge.