I’m so sick of eating right now that if you ask me if there is any food that I crave, I couldn’t name a single one. Not pasta or a burger. Not foie gras or anything with truffles on it. Not even ice cream or dark chocolate. But if you put me in front of a table with food – guaranteed 100% – I will eat everything on that table.

Even the stuff I don’t like, especially if I think they’re supposed to be good. Take those crinkles I was raving about a blog post ago. They were probably left out of the refrigerator for too long and, by the time I got to them, they were stale. But I kept having another crinkle just to make sure. It took me about six of the damned things to concede the point.

You should know by now that I don’t do moderation. I am incapable of it. The only solution that works for me is to remove myself from the equation completely. Why do you think I exiled myself to Siargao for three months last year?

During my last week in Manila, before I left for Australia, I started declining lunches or dinners that I didn’t have to have. I gave away most of the food I had in the refrigerator, including what was left of those crinkles. At home, I didn’t dare venture anywhere near the kitchen or the dinner table. I didn’t even want to know what was on the menu. If I didn’t see it, I couldn’t eat it. If I didn’t know about it, I couldn’t want it.

In effect, I had resumed intermittent fasting and was back to having one meal a day. I also went to barre3 every day since they reopened their studios after the holidays. Final weigh-in, as of January 12, was 53.5 kilos.

And then I left for Australia and everything went to pot.

Since I’ve been here, I’ve been on a steady diet of brownies, ice cream and chocolate. (If ever you’re in Melbourne and have a craving for brownies, you might want to give the Brownie Fairy a call at +61-488-758-854. That’s my mate, Jane Moss, and her capuccino brownies are to die for.) Before I left Melbourne, I was back at 55 kilos.

I am now staying with Susan and Gerry (my friends from Siargao) in Cronulla, South Sydney, and it’s a good thing that they are both trying to be healthy. Which means that Susan dragged me to yoga yesterday. (I can assure you though that I won’t be letting her do that again.) And that, although I’ve been in Cronulla since Thursday afternoon, Gerry and I didn’t have any beers until last night. Which was, er, Friday night. (Well, it did seem like a long time to hold off.)

As I was writing this, I was contemplating a return to the Paleo lifestyle, but then Sue came home with a very nice nice sourdough fruit loaf, so I’m pretty sure I won’t be entertaining any more thoughts of Paleo again until I am back in the Philippines. But I should be cutting down on the brownies, ice cream and chocolate. Especially since most of them are now in my belly. (Although there are a few Magnum minis still in the freezer and Cold Rock is just around the corner…)

I am now contemplating a run – given that I am, once again, a yoga school dropout…

Okay, I’m out.