31st January - The Overweighing Idiocy and the Garlic Demon Bread

I know, I know, I know - don't weight yourself every day.

Certainly don't weigh yourself twice a day.

Or...y'know, twice a day with the scales in two different places each time.

My name is Tony and I am a weighaholic.

This clearly needs to stop, because not only does it influence my mood and my interpretation of the day, but exactly as all the manuals and guides and suchlike tell you, it leads to a false sense of rollercoastering.

Today, I weighed in the morning and was quite happy with what I saw. Had a stay at home day, ate reasonably, biked - though, I'll be honest with you, have finished Season 1 of Gotham, and Daredevil Season 1, while great for atmosphere, is less compelling to pedal, meaning I only got 300 calories burned, only stayed on the bike for half an hour.

But I left it too late after lunch to eat anything, and when d came in, we ordered from Dominoes Pizza. Now, neither of us actually had pizza, because as much of a lemming as I may be, I'm not that stupid at heading on to 11 o'clock at night. But chicken strippers and two quarter-pieces of garlic bread at that time of night are not exactly smart either. Now, I'm not overplaying this, but there's a part of my brain I'm working fairly hard to shut the hell up that's telling me "Ooh, go and weigh, go on, see how much you've gained from garlic bread and chicken, go on dare you, double dare you, you great big bread-eating pillock!"

I've mentioned this before, but embarking on any change of behaviour, it becomes almost pathetically easy to see why, in less enlightened ages, people thought there were demons tempting them to do things they thought were 'bad.' Once you have a concept of 'bad' behaviour, and you isolate it as such and try to do something else, you can drive yourself entirely crazy in a demon-haunted world without any help from outside influences. You're talking to yourself, but it's so much easier to name that madness a demon, to absolve yourself of the dabbling with the 'badness.' Ahhh, human beings. We're a strange bunch.

And so, happily exorcising the demon Garlic Bread and laying my dabbling with daftness at your feet, on we go. Monday tomorrow. What can possibly go wrong?