I sometimes think I could act as a scout for Jane Austen, with the number of 'universally acknowledged truths' I keep discovering. I know - the post was made redundant long ago! The latest realisation is that a man offered something for less than the market price - especially if it's food! - will take it, even if he doesn't really need it. This accounts, I'm sure, for the silhouette of many people who earn a living behind the steering wheel.
The truth of this came home to me yesterday as a cosmopolitan quartet - one Sri Lankan, one Zimbabwean, one of Arab extraction, and myself - sat in the crew room, and agreed with some amusement that over-eating, and its consequence for our figures, is an occupational hazard for drivers of whatever calibre.
My Arab friend had emerged from the kitchen with half a baguette that he had just filled with a healthy(?) mixture of meat and salad, and prompted a Sri Lankan confession of an attack upon an enormous breakfast at a truckers' cafe recently. There had been so much, and such variety, on the plate that he'd been unable to achieve a complete conquest ... though he proudly recorded the despatch of all five rashers of quality back bacon!
The problem is, of course, clock-focussed. We are used to breakfast when we get up, and two or even three more meals spread throughout the rest of the day. If we have come to driving after a more active career - even if, as in my case, only slightly more active - it is difficult to overcome this time-honoured régime. Alongside this, the irregular hours make it difficult to embark upon, or sustain, any regular pattern of additional exercise. Consequently, the calorie intake usually far exceeds the calorie consumption as a result of the physical effort involved in daily life.
Memo to self - if you've had a meal out in the evening, you DONT need that breakfast next day!
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