So - did it. Finally did it. Cleared the clothes off the exercise bike last night, got on it and pedalled. Only did half an hour, but did it to music and clocked over 300 calories, so it feels like a start.
Today though, got into my Jefferson Franklin shirt, and was rather dismayed to see the impact that the last few weeks have wrought. Looking rather barrell-bellied and generally as though when I put a foot down, pavements should crack and pedestrians fall over, in a sort of green-skinned, "Tony Smash!" way. The shirt was blousing rather a lot, and my word but that rankled.
On the upside, got to meet another writer today, in what is fast becoming Jefferson's Cardiff offices - the front left-hand corner of Starbucks, St Mary Street. That was fun, and energising, and positively ego-boosting to boot.
Biking tonight? That very much depends - have to disappear to choir in about 40 minutes, so no chance before I go. Will see how d feels about me taking up to an hour of "our time" after choir to pedal and sweat and sing even more. Heading down the Trail tomorrow morning, though, as I attempt to claw back some sort of normalised routine of exercise and smart eating. Anyhow, that's been today so far - am off to edit some more right now, as a sort of personal treat.
No, really. Doing it purely for fun now. Am not entirely sure I haven't been hit on the head by something heavy...
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