The salad that inspired it all.
I am in London, in February 2010. I pick up the phone and dial a number.
Ring ring. Ring ring.
The phone is answered, somewhere in Hobart, by me, Phil, in February 2005.
2005 Phil: Hello?
Me: Uh....hi! Um, you don't know me...well, you do, but...uh, it's hard to explain.
2005 Phil: I don't mean to be rude but if you're selling something I'm not really interested.
Me: No! No, I'm not selling anything. Don't hang up.
2005 Phil: Hello?
Me: Uh....hi! Um, you don't know me...well, you do, but...uh, it's hard to explain.
2005 Phil: I don't mean to be rude but if you're selling something I'm not really interested.
Me: No! No, I'm not selling anything. Don't hang up.
2005 Phil: (sounds uneasy) OK....
Me: I was just wondering what you had for dinner tonight.
2005 Phil: Is this a survey or something?
Me: Uh, yes. Sort of.
2005 Phil: Well, my husband's out for the evening, so I had stuff that I love, but he doesn't. I had some Latina cheese tortellini. With heaps of parmesan.
Me: Right. Anything else?
2005 Phil: (pauses) And a bag of oven chips.
Me: Any ice cream as well?
2005 Phil: (pauses) Most of a tub of Sara Lee French Vanilla.
Me: Goodness. That's a lot of food for one evening.
2005 Phil: (silent)
Me: Sorry, but it is.
2005 Phil: Well, I did the chips in the oven! It could have been worse, I could have deep fried them! And it's not like I do this all the time - sometimes when I'm home alone I'll have a Lean Cuisine. But there's never enough of it.
Me: And you'd still have ice cream afterwards, right?
2005 Phil: Listen, Mum, if this is your idea of a joke.....I know I need to lose some weight but....
Me: No, it's not Mum. I'm sorry. I just wanted to tell you something.
2005 Phil: Well, go on then.
Me: Well, tonight you were home by yourself too. And you had salad.
2005 Phil: What the...what do you mean I was home by myself?! I know that! Who the hell are you?!
Me: I'm you. Five years from now.
2005 Phil: (silent)
Me: I just wanted to tell you that things are going to change. I know you're very sad and heartbroken about what you've become. I know you're a bit fed up with your life. I know you want things to change. I want you to know that they will. Because you will do something about it.
2005 Phil is still silent.
Five years from now, you will wear size 10 and 12 clothes. You'll be living in one of the most exciting cities on the planet. You'll have travelled all over the world. You'll have met some amazing people. You'll be writing a novel, and getting things published in magazines. You'll have a great job. And you'll be with the most incredible man you've ever known.
2005 Phil: Sorry? Now I know you have the wrong person! I'm already married.
Me: (uncomfortable) Yeah, well, I'm not going to lie to you Phil. There will be some very tough times over the next five years. Very tough. You will have your heart broken many times. And not just by men. You'll have some hard lessons to learn. There will be times when you will be very lonely, and very frightened. You will grow through it though. You'll survive. You'll get stronger. When you have to fight so hard for your happiness, you won't let it go.
2005 Phil: But.....but I'm ok right now. I don't think...well, I know there's a lot more out there, but I don't think I can....
Me: You don't know the meaning of happiness yet, Phil. But you will. And it will be beyond your wildest dreams. Please believe me.
2005 Phil: So...what should I do now?
Me: You'll do things when you're ready. You'll reach a point where you know you need to start living the life you were born to live. And when that moment comes, you will know, and you won't look back. In a few years you will barely recognise yourself.
2005 Phil: (quietly) Size 10. You don't know what you're talking about. My size 18 jeans are too small now.
Me: This time in a year you'll be wearing size 12.
2005 Phil: Bullshit.
Me: You can do it Phil. If you have the courage to say that enough is enough, and really believe it.
2005 Phil: I'm sorry, what was it you said at the start? You said you were calling to say....you, or I, had a salad?!
Me: Oh, yes. Your fiance is out tonight. He's not a big salad eater, but you love salad. So you made one - you roasted some pumpkin with chilli in the oven, and tossed it with olives, rocket, avocado, sprouts and pinenuts. That's the kind of thing you have for dinner now. Not an oven chip in sight.
2005 Phil: Really? Salad? That's all?
Me: Yes, you were pretty excited about it, actually! Did you ever think you'd see the day when you'd get excited about a salad for dinner?
2005 Phil: Really? Salad? That's all?
Me: Yes, you were pretty excited about it, actually! Did you ever think you'd see the day when you'd get excited about a salad for dinner?
2005 Phil: No, not really. What about chocolate?
Me: Oh yeah, you still have that, you aren't a robot! Green and Black's all the way though.
2005 Phil: (pause) This is so weird.
Me: Just don't be surprised if this time in a year your life is completely different. Don't be scared. It will be the most amazing adventure, if you're brave enough to take the leap.
2005 Phil: (humouring me) Ok lady, whatever you say.
Me: I just wanted you to know how far you've come. I'm proud of you. I don't even really remember you, as you are right now. I just remember how sad you were.
2005 Phil: (pauses) Well, of course I'm sad. I'm wasting my life. I've spent the last three years in a job I hated that I've only just had the guts to leave. I've put on about 40kg since I left uni because every time I'm stressed or unhappy I eat. I have no social life. I don't have any money or freedom to travel or do any of the things I always thought I was going to do. I'm constantly living to other people's agendas. I do what other people want, never what I want. And I'm huge. I'm enormous. I'm too scared to get on the scales. I look about 50. I get out of breath coming up the stairs from the garage.
Me: In 2009, you'll run a half marathon.
2005 Phil: Why do you keep saying these stupid things? I really think you've got the wrong number.
Me: The life you're living isn't your life, Phil. Your real life is out there, waiting for you. And when you realise that, just go for it. You'll never regret it.
The phone call is over.
What would you say to the 2005 you?

