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what june was like

by sonja berlin-jones

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released June 15, 2023

This piece is extremely quiet. Even at maximum volume it is still very quiet. You can safely turn the knob up to the max and leave the room - there are no sudden bangs or annoying upsurges of vol.

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48 hours ago, very early on that Tuesday morning, I was walking round the outskirts of Lockerley and even though it was a very short walk it was also already hot and I was glad to end it without any joint ache or anything - it's almost a thing of the eternal past now that my weight is back in the Normal Weight range.

I don't like politicians or experts or anyone who thinks they know more than I do, because they probably do, but that's not the important thing, they don't know how I feel, and that is the important thing. I long ago learnt to follow my heart more than my head, and for that you don't need David Cameron or Chris Whitty or Rashiid Sanook, as my dear friend the wonderful Joe Biden reincarnated him. But I do use BMI as a guideline. I'm not a dwarf or a basketball player or a heavyweight boxer or weightlifter, so I'm in the range where BMI says something, even if not the most important thing.

And in all the weeks and years since that first lockdown, when I amazingly got my weight down from obese (nearly morbidly obese) to normal it has always stayed in the normal range - every single morning - every time I take that first pee of the day and then stand naked on the scales, I've been normal weight.

These things aren't meant to happen. "Everyone" knows that diets don't work, and that crash diets are the most useless of all. Everyone knows that the bad habits return and the weight creeps back up to how it was before, and often even exceeds it. I admit it's not easy proving everyone wrong. Even harder than beating the booze. Except that I still can't beat the booze, but so far I am still beating the food.

Yesterday lunchtime a couple of friends and some friends of friends sat in one of the few busy-ish restaurants in town and I have no limits when I'm eating-out. I ate all of my own meal and the unwanted portions of a couple of other meals. Afterwards I went with a friend to the cafe in Ikea and we had cakes as bright as carpets, and then it was time (my favourite time - alone time) to go the cinema, where I had a whole pizza.

I am flirting with the upper limit, as close as I've ever got. Fortunately I am an all-or-nothing person, so the next four days of eating nothing except cucumbers and radishes will be okay - and there are strawberries among the wild long crazy grass in my garden. It's the heat the makes me do it. That mad wonderful blue sky out there which people will only really talk about once it's over because no one can believe it's really happening - been happening for weeks.

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recorded this morning, photo near Lockerley, early Tuesday morning, by me.

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