I love food.

I like planning meals. A wander round Waitrose {sans children} is like therapy to me. Cooking brings me joy, and the act of eating is one of my greatest pleasures. You might even call me a foodie.

So why do I fail at lunch?

In a previous life I worked for Woolworths {may she rest in peace}. I was young, but working in a managerial role. The days were long and the stress levels high.

My lunch break was sacred. I would retreat from the shop floor and head out on to the bustling high street beyond, always careful to hide the hideous red shirt of my uniform beneath my coat.

My diet was appalling. I survived on Burger King, pasties from Greggs and M&S ready meals nuked in the staff room microwave. I drank diet coke exclusively, and always nipped out to hurriedly chain smoke at least 3 cigarettes before I returned to work.

By rights, I should have been massively overweight, but my speedy metabolism kept me safely within my low slung, pierced belly button revealing, size 6 jeans {it was 2001 and I listened to A LOT of Britney, OK?}. My skin was horrific though, and my immune system permanently stalled.

At some point I experienced an epiphany, and slowly morphed into the fruit and veg loving woman I am today. When I finally quit my job at Woolies and headed back to college at the age of 20, it was with a packed lunch firmly grasped in my hand. I ate salad and fresh fruit, stuffed pitta bread with hummus, snacked on nuts and sipped nothing but fruit juice and herbal tea.

With Izzy’s arrival a year or so later, my attitude to lunch was flaky at best. I often found myself feeding her while forgetting to feed myself. A serious bout of depression eliminated my appetite almost entirely and I would regularly reach 7pm having eaten nothing all day. My weight plummeted to little over 7 stone. It was not a good look.

Clearly, my lunchtime feeding habits have been formed on foundations that leave a lot to be desired. If I’m being honest, it’s just not a meal that inspires me and certainly not one I look forward to. These days, when I’m alone and working from home, my lunch falls into one of three categories…

1. Hideously unhealthy. Think pot noodle and a can of diet coke.

2. Massively uninspiring. Pasta with pesto. Beans on toast. Fried eggs. A cheese sandwich. I hate sandwiches.

3. Non-existent. Without the children here to nag me into the kitchen, it becomes all to easy to skip the meal entirely.

Even when the children are home, our midday meal lacks finesse. So, with half term rapidly approaching, and a week of lunches to plan for, I’m seeking an intervention.

What do you eat for lunch? Is it a meal you feel passionately about? Care to convert me with your favourite sandwich filling?

Love Audrey xxx

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