Type 2 Diabetes? Whatever.

Here we go. The “Main meal” option. Soup. Delivered in powder form.

“Mix 50ml of hot water with the powder and mix until a paste”. I tried. I really tried. What I was left with after my mixing attempt was more like a lumpy paste I was going to use to do some wallpapering. While blind. And being attacked by squirrels.

I then added the other 150ml of water and mixed like there was nothing left to live for. I mixed and mixed and watched as the water turned more “soupy”. I got this! Except no, I really didn’t.

The plus side: With all these replacements, you never get to chew anything you eat so the less-than-tasty lumps I was spooning out got to be chewed. But that plus needs to go because it was really not good and a more watery soup would be better.

The not quite plus side: 250ml of soup. For the main meal.

The taste? Sure, I can tell you about that. It was chicken. If that chicken had spent its life on antidepressants. I mean, you knew it was sort of chicken flavoured.

Does it have chicken in it? No. It has chicken stock. That is the flavour. The rest of the ingredients I can’t pronounce but are probably things my body needs. I particularly like how it is “weird name (vitamin whatever), weird name (vitamin whatever), rinse, repeat…..black pepper”.

Before I had it I wasn’t that hungry. After I had it I was hungry. I drank a pint of water, went to bed and spoke to my Teddy bear Collective (that is their name. They came up with it because they wanted to sound “edgy”) about it. They had a general consensus that it will get easier once I forget how tasty other foods are. And to man up and remember that there is no need to have a Teddy bear Collective because I am a grown man.

What do they know? The stuffed little….