The Choir Trousers Alter Ego

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Last night was fab - went out with d and my brother to the Qmin - local palace of Indian delight. They've changed their menu, which meant I felt almost compelled to try an even sweeter thing than my usual Makhani there - a chicken dish made with mango pulp, almonds and sultanas.
Had only half-ish a portion of rice, only about a quarter of a naan, and about half of this delightful, yellowish chickeny goo, but needless to say by the end of the night, I was off my face on a sugar crash.

Which made it additionally weird to wake up this morning and test my blood, only to find it registering a fairly respectable 5.8. No idea what's going on there, but yay.

This entry comes to you live from Birmingam, where in about an hour and a half from now, the Dowlais Male Choir joins...I'm not sure what the collective noun for a bunch of choirs is...a harmony, maybe? Yeah, why not...joins a harmony of other male choirs for two hours of roof-raising at the Town Hall here.

This has of course meant no exercise today - unless you count the fact that Dowlais is right up in the gods, involving the climbing of many stairs?

Nah, didn't think ya would, you calorifically accurate bastards...
Anyway - no exercise. Had a plain porridge (about 300 calories) for breakfast, and half a baguette, with half a chicken in it, lovingly made by d, for lunch. And I think I'm done for the day - barring possibly a coffee at 1AM when I finally get home. There's another baguettewich if I get really starving, but I should either eat it now (which I don't feel like doing), or leave it till tomorrow, because chowing it down on a bust at 11PM is probably not good solid Disappearing Man sense.

Still hopeful for Tuesday, even given yesterday's mangofest, but can't tell you what's going to happen. Feels like quite a long way away yet.

Anyhow, having to dig out the formal Choir gear today was quite pleasing - haven't done a concert since before I started losing this time round, and both of the pairs of trousers that go with my outfit are now absurd. They look like I'm wearing my father's trousers...while he's still in them. I had to pull the belt tight to get them to not fall down. It reminded me of course that when I joined the Choir, in september last year, I was still in my "off the wagon" phase, and was probably up in the high 17 stone region (will have to scroll back and have a look, I think...) so the Choir gear that I have is getting to the point of essentially belonging to someone else, some bigger, broader alter ego of mine that I remember, but to which I can't currently relate. Haven't tried the jacket on yet (cos it's balmy and warm out there tonight), but am hoping to be able to...y'know...button the damn thing for tonight's performance.

Here's hoping, anyway...