The Treacle Diaries

Alrighty - blood of 5.1 this morning, and the weigh-in news is:
17 stone 3.75 pounds.

Yep - one more week, one more pound in the right direction, while having actually done verrrrrry little in the way of exercise. Happy enough it's still going in the right direction, even if these weeks are turning all sorts of treacly - Seem to have been creeping towards the 17 stone barrier now for practically ever.

But - the good news of course is that I actually managed to do five miles on the bike last night. Could have gone on, but in the spirit of these new baby-steps to sanity, and mainly cos I promised d I wouldn't go nuts, I did the five and just the five - worked out I burned enough calories to make my morning porridge cease to exist...which from certain viewpoints was no bad thing.

This means I'm going to start, gently, re-introducing exercise into my daily - that's daily routine until the toe is absolute A1 again and I can start abusing the poor thing properly from scratch.

Oddly enough, forgot my pills this morning when I left the house, so have had a day of digestive peace. Am trying to not have also had a day of off-the-meds fretting, and frankly, succeeding. Too much else to think about and do, which is always good.

Am out of here now - tonight I see my first ever show at Shakespeare's Globe. And it's Doctor Faustus. Yes yes, I know I went to see Faustus at the Rose just a little while ago, and it was pretty damn cool. This is kind of a 'compare and contrast' deal, alright?! Plus, it's got Arthur Darvill (for me, the highlight of Moffatt-era Doctor Who), as Mephistopheles, which is very much against the public perception of his type, so I'm really looking forward to seeing him get his teeth well and truly into demonhood. Will let you know how it goes. But for now, this is the Disappearing Man...Disappearing!