Apologies one and all for the break in service on this blog - most of you will know d and I were away for the week by the sea. An environment of great food, fish and chips, ice cream and a bakery on the floor below us.
Most of the time, I'll be honest, I was fine with it, entirely without the desire to kick children and shove their faces in the sand for their ice cream. I went for quite a few long walks, and deliciously, d came with me on quite a few of them too.
I've actually been less strenuously exercised since we came home on the weekend, but at least managed to get on the bike last night, and hope to again tonight before I go to sleep.
What will the Nazi Scales show tomorrow? I honestly don't know. I know what they said this morning and that was almost pleasing (give me a break, I'm an obsessive and I've been away for a week, of course I was going to check!) but whether that will translate into the official weigh-in, I really don't know.
What I do know is that if the week at the seaside didn't break me, nothing that thinks of itself as a big challenge will. If and when I break, it will be for something pathetic and mundane. But that event is nowhere currently near me, and there's a certain reassuring inevitability to the process now. I keep it up, I Disappear. Slowly, surely, but I disappear.
Another thing I know is I talk a lot about what amounts to a very little. There are Disappearers everywhere who just get on with it without needing to post their every thought on the internet. Most of them, of course, for one reason or another, are women. Fantastically strong, utterly amazing women.
I was reminded of that this whole week, just by watching d move. While I've been gorging and growing, and then while I've been whining and posting and oh-woe-is-me'ing, my wife has been the avatar of those silent Disappearers. From her heaviest point to where she is now, d's lost a fantastic five stone. Quietly. Without fanfare, and without particularly asking for or getting support from every random human being in the world, or even from the likes of self-revolving me. I'm in awe.
So here's the salute they never ask for, all those silent Disappearers, from the histrionic bloke in the middle, showing off and wailing as the Nazi Scales dictate. You're amazing, every one of you.
And you're noticed.
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