The Motivation Relocation

Day two in the Disappearing House...

Walked 8.1 miles yesterday, and ate the following:
Three Weetabix, semi-skimmed milk
Two mugs, de-caff coffee, large, with semi-skimmed milk
One apple, Pink Lady
One 100 calorie portion pack of cranberries and cashews
One "proper dinner", to borrow from a slimming aid commercial - small quantity of spaghetti, with roasted tomatoes, peppers and onions and one chicken breast.
Not feeling hungry or antsy for food.

Today - exactly the same, down to the meal we had for dinner.
Walked 7.2 miles today. That's over 15 miles in two days, which doesn't seem too shabby as a way of beginning. We'll see what happens tomorrow, and whether the feet are up for a third Trail walk on a third day - or whether I'll substitute some gym time instead (as I'd actually intended to do today).

The one thing that I'm pleased about is that while, to some extent the Disappearing heebie-jeebies have already arrived - the smell of chip shops is more intense and achingly provocative, programmes about biscuits - yes, really, there was one on last night and we watched some of it - make me have to run out of a room mentally, if not physically yelling "LALALALALALAAAAAA!" - I'm actually not yet having any substantive difficulty doing the thing about which I waxed lyrical yesterday: relocating my focus from the immediate gratification of unhealthy food, or the delicious potential of doing buggerall exercise to the the ultimate goal of losing the weight and not dying quite so soon.

Oddly, I feel almost as though I should do a Starbucks day tomorrow, but a lack of building work here and a determination to just stick to simple coffees, rather than all the creamy "dessert-in-a-cup" stuff to which I was getting rather partial pretty much joins with the fact of having very particular home-based stuff to do tomorrow to make me think that probably in fact, I won't do that at all, but will stay here and edit like my ass depends on it.

One helper in the fight to get the Disappearing regime back on track has been the fact of the light summer evenings Went walking both yesterday and today after 5PM, rather than at the crack of sparrowfart, and that worked rather well - it seems far enough away, somehow, in the muscle memory, to make one forget the ache in the feet from the day before.

So on to day three, and whatever it brings, but with a quiet certainty of not cracking in either the ice cream aisle of Tescos or the local chippy. Early days of course, but this feels highly positive, and the normal habitual behaviours of gluttony don't appear to be taking hold on me just yet. Did I mention - tachycardia: bloody good motivator!

I still don't recommend it!