Steamed brown rice. Mmmm.

I have eaten steamed brown rice with vegetables two days running, and I don't feel no different. Huh. And I've run out of satsumas, my bananas are too green to eat, and I want a flapjack.

This whole mind-body thing is a drag. Much prefer the tried-and-tested self-image booster of a new top, a lick of fake tan, a bikini wax, a hair cut, and a couple of vodkas.