Magic Beans

Blood continues 5.2.

You ever had one of those days when you're just...not...hungry?

Had one of those today - Had a coffee in Cardiff and by the time I got to London, simply didn't feel like anything - no more coffee, no food. Worked my ass off through the office's lunchtime, and worked late. At which point, knowing how long it took to get a tube to Paddington, I broke out the walkit.com website and found a walking route. Did it in 17 minutes or thereabouts - something like half the time it takes to get a tube. And of course, totally free. This was a goddamned revelation, and will change my London trip from here on in - apart from anything else, doing that 17 minutes basically burns enough calories for my first coffee of the day.

Stopped in for a single slice of pizza at a French food stall at Paddington, and a smallish bag of...stuff...at Cranberry (basically, nuts, fruits, seeds etc), to take on the train. Got home and d had made me boiled eggs and toast - not entirely sure why, but have had a craving for about a week for this relatively positive plateful of hen-potential. Annnnnd that's pretty much all there is to say today. Survived most of the day on coffee, and was perfectly replete. Don't know what the Hell that's about. Certianly won't be that way tomorrow - d's just given me a tour of the new fridge - there's home-made pizza and chicken rolls and stuff. So tomorrow will be calorifically fun - and familiarly tense, as Dad saw the consultant today, and may...just may...be coming home tomorrow. He and I are both trepidatious about this idea, but if it happens, we'll find a way to make it work.. As for the weigh-in - I'm still hopeful to have at least made my two pounds, but if not, then not. The focus of tomorrow is on work and on Dad.

Now...before I headbutt the computer and drool into its innards, I'm outta here. Here's to Tuesday!