Delusions of Disappearance

Blood was 5.8 this morning.

I don't really know how to explain this, but I'm having delusions of Disappearance at the moment - I haven't done very much proper exercise this week bar a couple of walks, but I done done the delusion of exercise - which means I've seriously intended to do some exercise, I've prepared to do some exercise, I've even on one occasion changed clothes to do some exercise...but then, in physical terms...erm...haven't actually done any, for one reason or another.

Nevertheless, going along with the delusions of exercise is a corresponding delusion of Disappearance. I feel pretty good, apart from the occasional sidelong glance at my shape in a mirror, and while my size 34 trousers are pretty damn tight, they still do up well enough to let me spend a day in them. I'm not eating badly, but without the exercise of course I'm slowing down the metabolism day by day, so I'm probably feeling better than I'm doing.

Had a great day though. Went to Cardiff with d this morning. The sun shone, we had a great time, including a breakfast at Carluccios (one of the handful of things we miss from living in London). This evening, I met up with Lee for The Dark Night Rises. Not that anyone's reading this for film reviews, but it was better than the last one, more in tune with the first, and an agreeable way to spend three hours or so. Groundbreaking? No. Fun? Mmmmnot really. But an OK way to spend a few hours if you have nothing better to do.

Dad too, I'm told, was having a better day today than the last few, so everything looks positive...

Unless of course, that's a delusion too...