Trying to Find a Hobby That Doesn't Make Me Poor or Fat.

Never in my life have I ever been cash strapped. It put it down to luck. Lucky that I had parents who could indulge my childhood whims, lucky that I grasped the concept of saving quite early and managed to put quite a bit away during high school, lucky I got hit by that car on Blue Mountain Road(thank you ICBC) and lucky that I was able to save during my sentence in Northern China. All of those little pools of cash acted as my launch pads and got me from place to place until I ended up here. In London. Where money get's hurled into a vacuous black hole before you even get to wave a tearful goodbye. 

I cant actually blame it all on London. I was doing alright in my moldy little basement suite, eating nuts and seeds and walking twenty feet to work every morning. Then I wanted to move in with my boyfriend and he had slightly  higher expectations of our living conditions. Ha. Now not only do we eat proper food three times a day and sleep in a bedroom where you can't squish the walls, but I have to use public transit everyday. All of those things are expensive.

Also, we both like to travel. My idea of traveling is to stay in the cheapest hostel, only do things that are free/cheap and eat from market stalls. Maybe you'll get diarrhea but maybe you'll still feel satisfied knowing you have saved enough on your trip for the train ride home from the airport. My lover does not like to do any of those things. The things he likes to do are much nicer and and also cost more money.

What I am saying here people, is that being in a relationship has played it's part in making me poor.  I am not blaming Tony at all. Actually the opposite. I blame myself for nesting all over the place. Maybe it's my inner Italian mama, but I get this strange sense of satisfaction from giving him a meal consisting of all the food groups in proper portions. I love the IKEA show room we have assembled together in our flat. I love indulging him in organic bath products and seeing how excited he gets over the shower nozzles when we stay in a nice hotel. Some of you may ask what the hell is wrong with me and I don't really know. Maybe I'm in love? 

<3 Tony <3

Well, screw you love. Stop stealing my money.

So as it happens, I don't actually want to screw love, and as it also happens, we are moving across the world in 44 days and we have to do life all over again when we get there. This requires a supple amount of start up money. So we are now on cash lock down. No unnecessary spending is allowed. Our food budget is slashed and our entertainment budget is nill (Canada Day is the only exception). So to refer you back to the title of this post, I need a hobby. I have 44 days left here and that is a long time to be sat around twiddling my thumbs and there is only so many times I can clean the house before my windpipe starts to corrode from all of the household cleaners. I need a hobby which does not make me poor or fat. I am currently open to (serious) suggestions. Here is a list of things I greatly enjoy doing but make me poor/fat, so please do not suggest them:

Baking and decorating cakes: fat and poor

Watching "Four Weddings","One Born Every Minute", and "Come Dine with Me": fat (and broody)

Scrapbooking: very poor

Seeing awesome/amazing/life and perspective changing things in London: poor

Reading: It doesn't make me fat or poor but I already read loads.

Thank you in advance for your suggestions and for looking out for me because in the words of the guy who wrote "Fight Club": All God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring. 

Please help.