Craving, Just Craving In The Rain...

There!

Ya happy now?

Driven on essentially by nothing more than the last line of yesterday's blog, I walked six miles this morning. It wasn't...exactly...raining when I started out, so I took only a fleece jacket.

I was about a mile and a half down the Taff Trail when the heavens opened.
By the time I got back, my jeans were stuck to me with the dedication of a stalker. Had to come home and strip off everything...if I could have, I'd have stripped off my flesh and wrung out my bones...but then, if I could strip off my flesh, I wouldn't be doing all this!

Had some fairly serious cravings on the walk - going past the closed chip shop where I binged two weeks ago, something inside me clenched up tight like a ring-fisted punch of need. On the way back, I saw a chocolate biscuit in a puddle, and stopped. I was seriously tempted to scoop it up and stuff it down my throat. It was only a desire to be significantly less wet that stopped me doing it and forced me to walk on home.

The rest of the day was focused on Dad. As long as his blood sugar is acceptable in the morning, he'll be coming home tomorrow.

No, really this time.
He's still pretty down, but we'll see how tomorrow goes.

Going to try and walk again in the morning, even though the forecast is pretty shitty. If that doesn't work, am gonna get back on the bike for the first time in a while...or maybe even break out the gym card that we worked out asses off for sixteen weeks to get. Haven't used it in weeks now, so it'd have a certain novelty value.

Right now though, I'm gonna go and do some very important, high-level snoring. Catch ya tomorrow.