Please, Sir...

Blood this morning was 5.3.
Yawn.

Did an improptu, unofficial weigh-in this morning...just because. Did a little happy dance after that, but clearly, not gonna tell you why - still have plennnty of opportunities to mess up the happy dance between now and Tuesday.

Made my nurse's jaw drop this morning, when she was talking about exercise, and I told her I semi-regularly walk from Stratford to Aldgate. Her jaw literally dropped open, and she squealed. Then, she did it again. Annnnd then again. Apparently, she thinks I'm mental. (Shrugs). So that was fun.

But mostly today I want to talk about a shift in my addiction.
Many of you will know I've taken to eating oatmeal (or porridge, for the Brits) for breakfast of a morning, for the whole low-cal, slow-release carbiness of it.

What perhaps is becoming slightly sick and weird is that I've started having it for dinner too.

I don't knoq what to tell you, it's like the Oatmeal Fairy has come and waved her wand around my taste-buds. And yes, I know there's still a world of glorious protein out there, but right now, it's very often the only thing I'm crrrrraving when I come home. Today, certainly, has been a two-bowl day.

And I know what you're all gonna say.
"Wow, dude, but oatmeal's pure carb, with milk in, way to eat healthy...NOT!"
Yeah, well, point 1 - it's whole grain and as I say, relatively low calorie (specially when made, as we do, with semi-skimmed milk), point 2, it's slow-release, so you feel good and full for a food long while, therefore subverting the urge to snack, point 3, it's not like that's ALL I'm eating - still trying to have a proper lunch and fruit throughout the day for vitamins and all that crazy healthy stuff, and finally, and I think most importantly, point 4, bite me. Bite my lily-white ass.

Ahhh, feel better now I've got that out of my system.
I do know of course that one does not get to good health by an overdose of oatmeal, and I daresay it's probably an infantile phase I'm going through - having come face to face with all the hidden sugars and carb-counts and calories in most of my beloved breakfast cereals, it's a kind of 'inner-child' equivalent of having nothing but ice-cream, I think, while still paying at least lip-service to Disappearing principles (such as they are).

I'll get past this obsession...really I will...I'm fairly confident Oatmeal doesn't screw you up, but even if it does, I can handle it...Just need to revel a while, then master my 'Inner Oliver' and push on down.

Incidentally, you know I've been wittering on about my upcoming two-week holiday out of web-range? Well, it now looks like what I'll actually be having is one week out of web-range, and a second week walking the hills and valleys of South Wales, so you won't all have to tear your hair out and go mad with missing my daily gibberish.

See, don't say I never do anything for you...