Peruvian Activity Fever

Does hope have calories?

Just asking, cos right now I'm full of hope, and I don't feel heavy, even though I very well may be, because I've done a week when "Disappearing" equates pretty much to "not eating chips", rather than to "doing lots of exercise".

Did lots of physcial activity yesterday, and though none of it classes as actual exercise, it felt like a more virtuous way of spending the day than my usual "ass-sitting-fest", so I didn't feel bad or guilty about the calories that went into my system - in exactly the same way I don't when I do lots of actual exercise.

Today was a similar day. Did my first walk in a week with Ma this morning, then spent the day dashing here and there, doing chores, including some hardcore pruning, which felt agreeably physical. So I didn't feel guilty in having a traditional Sunday roast for dinner this afternoon.

I know of course this is hardly news to anyone, but the effect of doing physical work seems to be to make one feel energised, and lighter in the mind, than non-physical work. If someone had explained this in a way that made any kind of sense back when I was a kid, I might not have to be engaged in this....palaver...these days. I guess it's just not a very kid-friendly equation - sit on your ass and eat sweets=LESS fun than aching and sweating and doing hard work...I mean, c'mon, would you believe that?

Still, that seems to be the way it makes me feel.

At the moment.

Hell, maybe I have some weird South American fever or something...Yeah...
Oh my god, that's it. I have Peruvian Activity Fever..The good feeling is just the first symptom. I'm sure I've seen this on House...
Next thing you know I'll be stripping to the waist and hanging out on building sites, trying to get my fix of physical strain. After that, I'll probably join the army. Then of course, one way or another, I'll probably just die. It'll be inevitable. Another nameless victim of PAF. Tell your children. Warn others. Outside bad, inside goooood. Make them some popcorn and superglue their ass to the couch, or they might start to like the fuck out of exercise. And then we're all doomed.

Doomed, I tells ya...Dooooooomed!!!