The West Wing Burn

Alrighty, well you learn something every day.

First of all, the dull stuff. Intake today:
One small bowl Fruit and Fibre cereal, one banana, semi-skimmed milk.
One tin Heinz tomato and basil soup, two slices brown bread.
Two lavazza coffees, semi-skimmed milk
One small container fruit and nut mix, approx 335 calories.
Small bowl Chinese stir fry, with rice.

None of which is especially relevant.
The new thing I've learned today is the inspirational power of The West Wing.
I mean, I knew it was emotionally and philosophically inspiring, I just never knew it could make my legs move faster.

One biking session, one hour. Hit 500 calories two nights ago, dropped back to a paltry 400 last night. Hit 520 tonight while watching two-thirds of "Somebody's going to emergency, somebody's going to jail," an episode of The West Wing I could practically act. Thing is, since I started back to biking on Monday, I've biked to music, I've biked to audio plays and audio books. Who knew it was The West Wing I needed to really start pushing the numbers.

I realise of course that the numbers are still pretty poor when you consider that for the rest of the day, I've sat on my ass and done computer-based work. But the eternal lesson is "Less in, more out," and if you compare today with what I ate and what I did a week ago today, I'm on the right side of that equation for once. I'm also not about to start going nuts in week one, because that's the easy way to give up in week two. This is me doing the Tortoise thing. Slow, steady, repetitive, controlled.

All of which means tomorrow's an interesting challenge, for tomorrow is Starbucks day - the first since I re-started. I'm not concerned about that, though perhaps I should be. I guess the thing is I could go wild and crazy, out of the safe, home, self-controlled environment and routine, I could go for all kinds of uberfraps. But the Day Four factor is kicking in. I've biked over thirty miles since Monday. The last thing I want to do is have a Fuck-It-Up Friday, because that means all the pain of the first two days, and all the routine that I've started to build, breaks like glass underneath my boots.

So - I must be my own Frap Nazi. I have a very weakass, light, skinny, sugar-free version of a caramel frap that I usually have as my first of the day (though I've recently taken to having that with cream again, which is pretty freaking stupid). I'll strip the cream out and might have it first thing tomorrow. But after that, it's buckets of pointlessness for me all the way. I also have an idea, about which, more tomorrow.