The Busyness Fallback

Damn. Feels like Week Two of the new regime has pretty much gone off the rails, without me doing anything especially wrong. The point, I suppose is that I haven’t done enough especially right. Got too caught up in deadlines and Stuff To Do to devote as much time as I should have to the Disappearing – most particularly the exercise regime. Still…tomorrow’s weigh-in, as I mentioned yesterday, looks like a tricky feat to manage, as I’m out the door at the crack of sparrowfart, before my digestive system will have woken up, to try, please all the non-existent gods, to get something sorted out about this wretched deaf ear, which…yes…continues to be both practically deaf and insanely sensitive to a noise-floor, at one and the same time. The next few weeks though are much more relaxed than the previous week has been, work wise, so with luck, or more particularly, dedication, I should be able to devote the proper time to the Disappearing, and make some more proper progress. I still hold a probably-mad hope of entering May along the 17 stone border, though obviously, that will have made madder and more difficult by this week of dilettante exercising.

Still – it’s a hope, and hopes are good for holding on to and focusing the mind. So this is how I’m going into this week.

Well, this, and thinking about the poor sods in Boston who just went out to run a marathon, about whom I’ve just heard. What was I saying about hope being good to hang on to. Here’s a hope for peace and some comfort in the cradle of American Independence tonight.