Having A Stroke

See, this is the thing about ignorance.
It's pretty...erm...blissy. I've been stroking down my belly for the last week, feeling kinda groovy, because it's felt noticeably smaller and flatter than the generalised "Before". Decided this morning to do a weigh-in, just to see what's going on. Saw it. Nod bad, but nowhere near as good as it had 'felt' like.

Normally of course, with the death of ignorance, you'd expect the death of bliss. Haven't felt that yet - I guess it'll be interesting to see what happens to my trigger-tripping brain over the next few days, but certainly as of now, I'm fine.

I think the sensation of progress in an information-vaccuum is interesting in itself - it's like being blind, I guess, and having to rely on a non-visual interpretation of the world. It's also potentially dangerous of course, because right now, I feel pretty damn good. So there's the danger of increasing complaceny, of losing the drive to push the numbers down, because of feeling good and satisfied. Interestingly delicate balance, this 'mental health and yet still driven' thing. And of course, there's that little niggle of logic that says "this isn't how you got here in the first place....you got here by being demented and whipped through the numbers by obsessive compulsion and living on the Dark Side.'

Sigh...To go mental and make progress, or to not go mental and not make progress...that's a pretty pathetic question. Not gonna think about it in too much detail till at least Tuesday. And certainly not going mental on our holiday - our holiday is for fun and relaxation (and admittedly, walking).

What I would like to do is add a different exercise element to the regime. Slightly foiled in that, because, with our multifarious packing, there isn't a room in the flat that has a Disappearing Man'sworth of floorspace to allow for flailing 'Oh Christ, I'd forgotten how hard sit-ups could be' exercise-desperation. So - back on the bike I guess. Woo...hoo...