Author Archives: Nicky Richmond

Dad, food and me.

Originally posted on The Food Judge:
My father really  loved food. His Humpty-Dumpty shape until the age of 70 was testament to that and he always joked that he’d only be able to lose it if it was a matter of life and death. And when he was 70, he was told that it was just that.…

May 06

Losing fat. The Big Why and the Big How.

You have all heard of five stages of grief, haven’t you? Formulated by Elisabeth Kübler-Ross to describe the various stages one may go through when confronted with death or dying, (denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance) it came to me that this might also apply to a life-change and in particular dealing with addiction. For I […]

April 28

Jikoni. Coming in from the cold.

Is that the  Italian? I am asked this question each time I mention I am going to Jikoni. Full disclosure:  I am asked it four times. This puts it into the category of a slight issue.   Try saying it next to “Cecconi”. See?

It’s been a while.

I came across a reference to Anna’s Place this morning. It was a little Scandinavian restaurant in Newington Green, around in the 1980s. It was not a precursor of the Scandi restaurants around today; more a home-cooking, superior comfort-food sort of place. I used to live round the corner but I didn’t go often because […]

January 28

Are you sure you’re okay?

  Is what a friend said to me recently,  when I said I didn’t want to go out to eat at one of my former regular haunts. I’ve now been trying to change what I eat for around four months and thought I might share some of my thoughts and observations. As ever, before putting pen […]

January 14

Eff off, fat. The latest.

So, for the third time I don my swimming costume and a dodgy swim cap and step into the pod. Yes, I’m still doing my monthly face-the-music session at The University of Westminster, with the gentle Dinesh, who offers kind words of support and encouragement. Those of you who have been reading my last few posts […]

December 08

The BodPod. Facing the Fat.

Taking a very short breather from an intensely dull title investigation, I thought I would update you as to my progress. In the last post, I mentioned that I was going to go and get my fat measured at the University of Westminster in something called the Bodpod. I did that on 8 November. I […]

December 03

Weighing myself.

This post was written on 30 October. I’m bringing you all up to speed because I didn’t want to post unless I really thought that I would do this thing.

Let’s start at the very beginning. The end of eating out as a hobby.

[This post was written at the end of October 2016] So here we go. How did I get to this point, yet again? And what is “this point” exactly? This is the point where I see a photo of myself (this particular one was on my birthday) and I don’t recognise myself or rather I […]

And so it starts. Not a restaurant review.

And so it starts: Sunday 30 October. At Le Manoir, for C’s birthday. I ate only two of the four canapés. What have I become?