Bits And Pieces

It occurs to me that, for a blog that promised to tell you how things go on this experiment, I'm falling down a little when i just say "got back on the bike". I should probably tell you how long I'm doing, and what resistance level, and all that guff. Would you really be interested in things like that though? Does it materially improve your day to know that from starting, all that time ago, doing five miles at resistance level 0, I'm not doing at least ten miles at resistance level 8? And if it does, can I just ask - how freakin' sad are you?? Almost as sad as sweaty-boy here, I'd say.

So I don't know, whether I should actually be telling you this stuff. Anyhow, that's where we're at.

Today's been a good day, but in purely Disappearing terms, I'm feeling heavy and slow and full.

Saw an advert for a new sitcom with Mark Addy in a couple of days ago. d laughed. "Y'know, I love that guy," she said. "Pretty much the whole reason to watch 'The Full Monty' was Mark Addy..."
She saw me thinking.
"No, you don't have to go out into the shed and wrap yourself in Saran-wrap and eat Snickers bars!"
I thought a little more.
"Honey, if I thought I could eat a guilt-free Snickers bar, I'd walk around all damn day wrapped in the stuff!"

Apparently, it doesn't work that way. So thanks for nothing, Mark! You lied to me, dammit...

"Y'know I love you, but you're probably the worst person to be married to while doing this..." I mentioned briefly to d as I wandered through her kitchen. Yep, she's baking again. Today, it was a coffee pecan cake, which apparently, she's sort of forcing on a colleague - they didn't ask for this, she just loves baking, so she volunteered to make one. It shook its pecans at me seductively as I wandered through the room, and I sniffed it lasciviously.
"I could stop for a while," she offered. But a) I wouldn't impinge on her passion that way, and b) as I mentioned, she's giving me a glimpse of a life that one day, I hope to be able to safely resume.

Till then, if anyone wants me, I'll be out back, kicking the neighbour's cat.

Sigh...

Or alternatively, I'll be on the god-rotted, evil-bastard bike.