Monday, 4 February 2013

The Stay-Puft Sensation



Nope…still won’t go away, this feeling of being the love-baby of the Stay-Puft Marshmallow and the Michelin Man.

Although today, most of the day, I’ve felt OK, it’s probably noticeable that I’ve been in generally baggy, reasonably new (ie bought during the climb back up) clothes. Just had to do up my newish winter coat on Cardiff Central train station, and that was something of a revelation – caught something of a reflection in the screen and I look like a badly-made Bratwurst.

Still, by all accounts, Ma is keen to get back to early morning walking, possibly tomorrow, and so I should be able to add a new element into my routine ahead of Thursday, and hopefully at least not increase in size and weight on last week. One week of increase is sort of forgiveable. Two and it starts to look like you’ve lost it again. There’s also the danger of complacency, resulting from comparison to recent heaviness. The sensation that “as long as it’s still in the 17s, it’s fine” because it’s not as bad as when I looked in January and saw 18 stone again. This kind of thinking must of course be fought. Effort must be made. Work must be…you get the gist?

Excuse me now – I have some important freezing to death to do…Thank you First Great Western rail for never being on time, meaning I miss my connection every goddamn week…
Sigh…

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