The Two Snooze Starter

So let's see. The alarm went off this morning. That much I know.
See, the thing about now being deaf in one ear is that, if I happen to be sleeping on my left side, the alarm can yell, scream, and screech till steam comes out of its little digital lugholes, and I hear buggerall.
I know it went off this morning though, because I'm married to someone who's not deaf in either ear.

And has sharp elbows.

I slammed the snooze button twice. Turned very specifically to lay on my left side.

The alarm borrowed an elbow again, and I slid into a kind of consciousness, out of a kind of bed, and onto a kind of exercise bike. An hour of pumping music - Kaiser Chiefs, and some heavy Queen - got the legs pumping and the sweat flowing. Burned 600 calories in the hour, which was pleasing - it's the sort of number I was burning at the height of the Disappearing last time, but of course, there's a certain degree to which excitement at starting the new Disappearing will probably have made me pedal faster.

Anyhow, felt good to get that done - a big initiatory tick. Showered, and tested my blood - see, told you I knew where it was this time. 8.1 - which is a bit over what it should be for a British diabetic, especially having burned that number of calories just beforehand. Must Do Better, as my school reports used to say.

Sat on my ass for several hours, doing my day-job, then had a lunch - a cold can of tomato and chilli soup (I'm saying this largely because I know I have friends who'll shudder at the thought of it) with three slices of buttered toast. Round about six o'clock, did as I'd intended and went back for a second session on the bike - with less in the way of pumping music, more in the way of audiobookery, so as not to overstrain the muscles on Day 1 and be what doctors describe as 'bastard-useless' tomorrow.

Dinner tonight was a pasta in a gorgeous amatriciana sauce, home made by d. Not too much...I don't think, so evidence of portion control from my girl there, for which the Disappearing part of me is grateful.

So given that I woke up thinking I might not drag my enormo-ass out of the bed at all, turns out that Day 1 was almost textbook. Double exercise, allowed food intake, portion control. Posssssibly - just possibly - a small paracetamol to go to bed tonight, so I can get up in the morning and do it again. But as first days go, this is what I wanted to be reporting at this point.

Tomorrow of course is my inaugural weigh-in for this time round. It's an odd thing - I know it's going to be bad news (over 19 stone, probably, in spite of today), but it's about the only time in a Disappearing that you get a freebie. Whatever the Nazi Scales say in the morning, it's the benchmark from which I launch the effort, so it almost doesn't matter. But here's hoping for a bump into the 18s, rather than starting out in the 19s.