Back into the perspex boxes today. Kinda hatin' it so far, have to say. Even though technically, I'm glad to be back into a simpler dietary regime, a less excessive approach to what goes into my body...it's like going cold turkey with anything - you've grown re-accustomed to the excess, so in my case, you just kinda just want to grab a gateau and shove it in your face.
Nevertheless, have done a day of pretty restrained eating - Three Weetabix, four slices of toast, one banana, two apples, one small bowl of sausage pasta.
Simple eating, and no particular exercise today. Have been doing my Neanderthal, blokish version of Florence Nightingale today, as d was stricken with a lurgi. This, for anyone who doesn't have a Neanderthal of their own to call upon, translates as "Ug...Me make tea. You sleep. Me make more tea, wash dishes while you sleep. You up, take pills, drink fluids. Lay on sofa. Here - take hot water bottles. Take pills. Me make toast...You sleep..."
It's not what I'd call an effective care plan, but it's what there is in my experience-bank, so I've used it today. Tomorrow, Ma and I are at least going for an early-ish walk, to re-introduce our bodies to the business of exercise. Monday, I'm back to the UberCommute, and back to London. Tuesday's a weird one. Having another 'walking ECG" - which means becoming a Cyberman for 24 hours, strapped into monitors that I carry around with me. Not allowed to shower or bathe while I'm wearing the kit, so it seems unlikely I'll do any deeply strenuous exercise Tuesday either, though may sneak in a lunchtime walk.
And on we go, hitting perspex as we reach for that damned gateau.
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