The Puddle Hover and the Demon Driver

O...K.
First thing's first - no idea how this happened, but the weigh-in this morning has me static, at 18st 9.5.
Soooo that's a bit weird. Not so much a puddle dive as a puddle...hover.

Second thing's second - for some reason at the moment I'm dealing with a couple of books involving angels and demons.
Sitting last night on Cardiff Central train station in a chilly, exhausting night, I recommended to one of my fellow authors that maybe the business of angels and demons, of good and evil, wasn't a matter of winged warriors and scaly teeth-factories, but simply humans, and the way they deal with life's mundane and monumental challenges. The way they deal with things - be it positive or embittered, open-minded or closed, determines whether they embody a spirit of angelic or demonic energy.

Now...granted, it had been a long day when I was typing this into my phone, and I'm not sure the author in question's gonna go for it anyhow, but firstly, it made a kind of analogue sense to me - if you're going to have the idea of angels and demons, this sort of things would be, to me, a logical way of growing them.

Then I started thinking about how this would apply to dietary life. It's too easy of course to think of all the lovely food we'd love to eat and shouldn't as being the "path of good intentions" and so on - dietary heaven being reachable on a Jacob's Ladder of celery stalks. But to me it's more a case of thinking of it in terms of reacting at this point in a negative way (a "demonic" way on the above scale) to food - a self-defeating, misery-generating, ultimately depressing way). I freakin' hate that. I hate to think I'm either a) not in control of my life, or b) in control of my life and purposefully self-destructive. What kind of sense is in that?
(I know, I know - it's not a sense thing, but this is my rational side talking here).
Tonight hasn't been terribly "angelic" - went out for Indian dinner with d. But I think, going forward, I'll make use of the imagery to think of myself breaking free from the mindset of self-indulgent "demonism", and re-establishing the control of my stubborn-bastard angel.

Right - away for the rest of the night. Back tomorrow. With wings on!