Eat, Pray, Love…. Die.

The end of the affair.

Cat Anderson
Aug 23, 2017 · 2 min read

Four weeks ago today, I started my Web Summit journey. I’ve loved it, and have especially enjoyed each day eagerly coming in and selecting what I want for lunch.*

One glorious day, I decided to take a punt on the “Eat, Pray, Love” wrap from Urban Health. Hateful film, terrible book, but by golly, the wrap looked good to go. It arrived and worlds changed. The spice, the colours, the heft — I was delighted, I was amazed, and I was full.

My problem, being the endless romantic that I am, is that when I find something I love, I stick with it. Suddenly, when Urban Health was available, I was blind to other options. Sure, I noticed the size getting smaller, but also half suspected I might have just been getting bigger, and decided not to mention it.

But today. Today, everything changed.

My wrap arrived. I pulled it out of my brown paper bag with glee, and let it flop on the table. I did a double take. Staring, in silence, voices around me piped up.

“Ah Christ, Cat. What’s that? It’s very small.”

I bit back tears and sliced it in half. To add insult to injury — there was no tofu. Now, bearing in mind I am trying to limit my meat intake, but am training quite a lot, protein is important. But it was painful in its absence.

I wasn’t angry guys, I was just disappointed. I don’t know if you can see it, but the sadness in the tweet below is palpable, no?

And thus… this blog was born. I have learnt the cruel lesson of monogamy once again — don’t do it. Don’t give all your heart to one thing, for it will inevitably let you down. From now on, “Lunch with Cat” will be a catalogue of lunch affairs, flings and veritable orgies. No longer will my heart (and stomach) be open for the taking. I hope you will enjoy making this epic journey with me, into the lunch hall… of our lives.

An aside with Maeve

Arguably, the sting of embittered dissatisfaction was heightened because Maeve got a sandwich of dreams.

FOOTNOTES

*This is a partial lie. Every morning I fool myself that I will want something healthy and vegetarian for lunch. And every morning around 11.30am, I regret this, and wish I had ordered a huge meaty sandwich beast instead. EVERY DAY. Feel free to smack me at 8.30am and tell me what my future self wants. Save me from myself.

Lunch With Cat

Lunch is no “midday break”. Lunch is business time.

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Cat Anderson

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I like to make & do. Sometimes on TV, stage or print.

Lunch With Cat

Lunch is no “midday break”. Lunch is business time.

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