The Hippy Hippy Ache

Erm...I have hips.

Yeah, I know, big news, huh? But the thing is, it kinda is. You see, my hips have always been like nuclear weapons, or smallpox, or the living microbes of Black Death buried beneath the streets of London - I've always known they were there, but they stayed the Hell out of the way and I tried not to think about them.

But now, it's fairly unavoidable. I have hips, dammit, and I hear them roar.

Because of course, this being me, it's not all good news. The only reason I know I have hips now is that they're starting to hurt like sonsofbitches when I sleep. I'm assuming this is down to a) the amount of work they're getting with all the walking and cycling and walking and cycling and walking and cycling and man I really need to add a different element into my exercise regime, and b) the reduction of the bumper-layer of fat that kept them buried like the Black Death, quietly doing their thing in my system. It should of course go without saying that I still have a Buddah-belly of staggering girth and proportion, and so without the cushiony fat-layer, when I sleep, the belly seems determined to aggravate the bejeesus of my now relatively naked hips. So...ow.

But y'know, in the spirit of positivity, I have hips that I can feel when I put my hands on them. Gotta be progress in the right direction, right?

Also, I got home tonight, and pulled off my shirt to get in the shower.
"Wow," said d. "Hey there, Tony-No-Breasts."

Aww. Is she too cute, or what?

Blood this morning was 4.8, after walking 4.5 miles. Not cycling tonight or walking tomorrow...there's a blister threatening, so am doing the sensible thing - and pretty much managing not to get my Dark Side on about it. Tricky, I will say, once you've gotten into a demented everything-checking mindset, to deconstruct that mindset and actively not worry. But am doing OK at the whole positivity-thing.

Oh, while we're at it, a public notice. We have our two week holiday booked from 3rd-17th September, in a place called Amroth in West Wales. It has...pretty much...zero web reception there, so there will be days when you'll hear nothing from Mr Disappearo. We haven't dropped off the planet, and I'm still gonna write a blog entry every day...you just won't see them until or unless we go somewhere with WiFi, when suddenly, it'll be bumper-harvest-time. Just so you know, and are not all panting for your daily whiny-bitchfest...oh no, wait, I don't do that any more, right? Your daily sunshine-brightfest...

Just wondering - is anybody buying this? Actually true, but not sure anyone who's gotten to know me here will believe a word of this positivity schtick. Ah well...