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I've been watching the 1976 BBC miniseries I, Claudius again over the last few days. I acquired the DVD some time ago but never got the chance to watch it, as almost as soon as I got it my sister asked to borrow it, and then took about 6 months to return it. 'Over 10 hours of history', it says on the box, and I guess by that they must mean 10 hours of television history, as of course neither the series nor the novels on which it is based purport to being a careful recounting of historical fact. But it's also part of my (and obviously, my sister's) personal history, too, as it's one of those shows that made an indelible impression on us when we were growing up. We first saw it in the original version in 1977, and a year later it was almost the only familiar thing during our stay in Spain, even if it was dubbed in Spanish.

Anyway, watching it again, it's amazing to see how well it's stood up to the test of time. The sets may have been made of marbled canvas and\or MDF and all the scenes may have been filmed indoors which makes the whole thing a bit claustrofobic; but the costumes and hairdos don't scream 70s at you the way earlier films like Cleopatra or Spartacus bear witness to the fashions of the 50s and 60s in which they were made. Jack Pulman's script stays very close to Robert Graves's novels and the acting is simply outstanding, so no wonder that even 30 years on I'm again falling under its spell.

Other than that, I don't really have any news to impart. I've been feeling a bit uninspired lately, as well as under the weather and unhappy with the way I've allowed myself to become bigger and bigger over the last couple of years and kidding myself that I was fine with that as it's what happens when you get older, isn't it? No, it isn't. That's just an excuse. And I'm right when I moan that it's not because I eat too much, because I don't; and exercise too little (well, maybe) but it's because I eat the wrong things. The realisation hit some time last week: most days, I skip breakfast, have a quick bite in the canteen around lunchtime if I can manage it, and because I'm usually late home, and I'm on my own, I don't cook for myself in the evenings. Instead, I'll have a takeaway or a TV dinner, or a sandwich. So most of what I eat is processed rubbish; no wonder I've gone up a size since October and no wonder I'm feeling tired all the time. Sure, I could go on a diet and lose some weight that way, but unless I change my whole lifestyle if you will, it's not going to do me any good in the long run. I will have to start eating regular meals at regular intervals, and some of those meals will have to be properly cooked, too...but by Jove! it's hard to turn these habits around. For instance, did you know that aduki beans need to soak for a minimum of 8 hours at least, and then take an additional 40 minutes to cook? And I don't even like beans very much!

Oh, and the Depeche Mode-cd's arrived, at last.


Sep. 11th, 2006 06:08 pm (UTC)
The frustrating thing is that intellectually, I know what has to be done, but that mentally, I'm still a long way from accepting it. On the one hand, I want to go on a diet, in an effort to -as you say- build up a routine in eating regularly, but on the other, it just feels like it's too much hassle at the moment. Yet I can't go on the way I have, and my indecision is driving me nuts.

I have finally managed to fit exercise into my schedule

And I admire you for it. I've joined a gym a couple of times, but after the initial burst, I always gave up -- I just don't enjoy physical exercise at all, and I'm terribly accident-prone.

Dancing! Now dancing, I do enjoy -- but at the moment I feel far too fat and too old and too self-conscious to take up salsa lessons as a way to burn off the calories. I'm a hopeless case.
Sep. 11th, 2006 06:21 pm (UTC)
That is the point I was at last year at this time. The thing that really did it for me was some pictures that were taken of me the past Christmas. I realize I will never have the body I did 10 years ago, but I also promised myself I would never let myself go like my mother had. As I try to always be the one holding the camera b/c I hate picutres of myself, there weren't many of me floating around. That was what I needed.

The thing is, I do enjoy physical exercise. But, my schedule is very similar to yours with not only the time at work, but hours spent going to and from. On top of that, I have a husband who thinks I am incredibly selfish if I do anything for me. When I joined the gym, I had to hide it from him for several months, which meant the only time I could go was during my lunch break. I have finally told him about it, and have since been able to arrange my schedule so that I go workout before I go to work. Right now I am mostly doing yoga and water aerobics...I get the benefit of exercise without sweating.

Dancing...I love dancing too. When I quit dancing is when I started putting on weight.
Sep. 11th, 2006 06:32 pm (UTC)
One thing I do enjoy, exercise-wise, is walking. Now that my ankle is 90% healed, I could take that up again...And then, when I'm a little slimmer, I could try and go back to yoga class again, too. I really do miss my yoga...
Sep. 11th, 2006 07:25 pm (UTC)
I've just recently started yoga, and I love it. It is such a great way to start the day...or end it.