Regime Change

In the old days, when governments in other countries started putting people to death and rolling their tanks into other people's back gardens, we went to war, and perpetually bombed the arse out of their country till they thought better of it and died. These days, when people start putting people to death and looking like they might quite like to just nip next door and loot some oil, a couple of priceless artworks and maybe a recipe for a really good pizza, we don't go to war, we instigate what's called Regime Change.

Essentially, regime change means "we know it's not your fault, o people of the nation, and we're sure you'd love a bit of freedom and a Big Mac if only you had the opportunity, so we're just gonna come in and shoot your leaders in the head, if that's OK with you...and in fact, if it isn't. Sure, some of you will still get killed, but at least it'll be in the name of Freedom...and probably Halliburton, but we won't talk about that..."

Today has been a day for declaring regime change in Disappearing Land. Pretty much because the regime that was in place up to now had ceased to function effectively...if at all.

Does this mean the re-instatement of our dissident regime, the Commissariat of the Perspex Boxes?

Not really, no. The disintegration of the current regime though comes because, pretty much, there has been no regime in place since about March. There have been false starts, brief spurts of enthusiasm followed by slumps of  lethargy. The idea is to put in place a better, more logical system. More exercise, less food - the equation is actually fairly simple.

Started as I mean to go on today - walked ten miles before work. Can't do that tomorrow, as there are proto-blisters bitching on both feet, which need to be cajoled and bought off with niceness until they shut up and disappear (in case anyone's still following the regime change allegory, the proto-blisters would probably be the electorate). But I'll do something each day this week - tomorrow, maybe a double: swim and gym in the morning. I'm also planning to hit the bike again devotedly - after evening visiting hours, probably. 

My dad, incidentally - and thanks to everyone who's asked about him or sent wishes his way - is also supposed to be on a new regime, to tackle both his blood sugar and his heart rate, both of which are still elevated. As yet, they seem to be tackling the blood sugar with sliding-scale insulin, but of the fabled heart medicine, and indeed the fabled cardiologist, there has, as yet, been no sign.

But the new regime begins here, for me at least. 

Given everything I ate last week, incidentally, and everything I did and didn't do in terms of exercise, I'm happy enough with this week's weigh-in:

16 stone 4.5 - static on last week's figures. It shouldn't, of course, but as I say, given the way that last week went, that feels rather like a result!