Falling By The Wayside

A strange feeling the night before the one month weigh-in.
I feel healthier by far, certainly, than when I started this thing, and - if we want to get all spooky and in touch with our feelings here, I feel slimmer and trimmer and as though this might be starting to head in the right direction - but that's probably a dangerous feeling the night before the only weigh-in where I haven't sneaked a single peak, and so have nothing factual to base my feeling on. It's a slightly weird feeling for Mr Mouthy Atheist to be relying on what is essentially nothing but faith. Setting myself up for a big fall, maybe?

My cycling is increasing, but there are things that have vaguely fallen by the wayside from my original plan. You might remember I was planning to post blood test results daily - not a single one has appeared yet, and I'm feeling rather self-conscious about that. And my original idea of pushing the metabolism into a higher gear through fruity snacking has kind of drifted a little off the scale. I'm not replacing those snacks with anything, so technically I'm eating less, but still - the plan feels a little out of sync.

Still having insane, rip-your-face-off cravings. Also - and this is undoubtedly a bad thing - am drinking more coffee than I've done in a few years. Time will tell whether that's a stupid idea...orrrr a really stupid idea.

Anyhow - no philosophy tonight, no particular jokes, no particular points - merely trembling trepidation ahead of tomorrow, and a ponder over the effect of week 1 of the voluntary aversion thereapy that is the Xenical treatment.

It's late, I need nothing more than sleep, but am gonna crawl onto the bike for a five miler...Cos...y'know... suffering is part of the point of this thing.

Apparently...