The No TV Diet

My efforts at repairing it having proved in vain, the TV is now defunct. I suppose it could be repaired, but given that it was already past retirement age when I inherited it from my flat's previous owners five and a half years ago, I don't think it'd be worth it.

I have looked at replacements. Any excuse for a trip to John Lewis, after all. (John Lewis is the British equivalent of Tiffany's, in that nothing bad ever happens there. It's inconceivable.) I think I've even identified the set of choice. But then I cowered at the price tag, and thought of online ordering, which has provided a marvellous procrastination tool, since it'd take a couple of days to get here.

So we've had no telly for a week and a half. And I do believe I've stumbled on a potential new diet. With no TV, there's no slumping onto the sofa straight after dinner (or, indeed, to consume dinner). Instead I'm still active, getting stuff done. OK, it's not pounding the pavements, but it keeps the blood flowing. And I'm also barely drinking. Not only must this save a fair few calories, but they're saved at a time you shouldn't be intaking anyway because it's getting near bedtime. I'm losing count of the wins here, and I haven't even considered the possibility of Salsa classes, aerobics and the like.

So hurrah for the broken TV.