Lead On, MacDuffs

Blood this morning was 5.2.
Walked up to Plaistow Station. Our survey says this was neither a) big, nor b) clever. Tried to keep the food intake fairly low today, but had a chicken curry and rice for lunch, as the soup was dodgy. Ended up as a kind of human luge-track...so that was pleasant.

Tell you what was pleasant about today. d mentioned that Abbie (previous star of this blog, haver-of-celebratory-hot-chocolates-for-weightloss-target-hitting) has reached her four-stone marker. Thrilled by this news. Haven't checked with some of my close Disappearing friends recently to see how they're doing, so getting despatches from the front - and from those who are technically in front, is a great morale booster, especially on days when attempts to walk and/or bike are no-go.

Then, later in the day, heard via Facebook that another Disappearing Woman I know, called Donna, has cracked the 30kg barrier (that's over 4.7 stone - I did the conversion!). So, big shouty woohoos to both of them, and loads of thanks to both of 'em too, for reminding me of goals to come, successes to come, happy dances to come, on a day otherwise spent racing through stuff on my computer, and then wanting to kill human beings on the journey home - human beings with strollers who aimed them over my toe, particularly. And of course a day before my first official weigh-in in weeks. A day when my earlier words about hopefully, indeed probably being into the territory of 16 stone by this point come back to haunt me, and bite me in my big fat hairy ass. It's great, on days like this, to see people ahead of you, to give you markers, to give you hope, and to make you believe in the journey again.

Thanks, you inspirational folks!