Enter The Drag-On

Was determined to have a lie-in this morning. Then at precisely 8.04, a bunch of inconsiderate bastards decided to drill through my skull.

To be fair, it wasn't just my skull. The rampantly idiotic building program that's taking place right opposite our flat is essentially a pain in the ass of everyone in Merthyr. The truth though is that it doesn't wake everyone up. Just those of us cursed to live opposite it. I tried turning my deaf ear to it for ten minutes, then grumpily punched a pillow and got up. d somehow managed to sleep through it.

I was under no obligation to go and walk this morning, and honestly, I faffed around for an hour or so on the computer, feeling sleepy and heavy and in no respect like I wanted to drag my ass down the Trail... before finally making my mind up to do it anyway.
This dragging-on of the self in spite of freedom and a lack of actual desire rings a bell or two - there were plenty of mornings when we lived in London where I just simply didn't want to get out of bed at unff o'clock and do this stuff - and then ended up doing it just the same.

So went, walked, came back...spent much of the rest of the day editing and occasionally bitching about various aches and pains.
Food today - three Weetabix, semi-skimmed
Two pieces of white toast, scrambled egg, large coffee.
Spaghetti and meatballs for dinner (yes, carb, though eaten at a reasonable 7pm).

Tomorrow, walking again at 8am. Haven't weighed since Tuesday, so have no idea what's happening in that domain. Can only trust I'm still doing enough to have lost my weekly 2lb - if so, I'll see 18st 2.75lb. That'll feel pretty good, but I'm still waiting for a true Rubicon at 17st 13lb in a couple of weeks. Still haven't got back on the exercise bike, oddly enough. That really should change.

Maybe tomorrow...