The Sliding Doors Sunday

I woke up this morning with two potential days stretching out ahead of me, Sliding Doors-style. In one, I sat around at home, possibly ordering in lunch, and eventually biking. In the other, I bogged off to Starbucks, focused on some work, then came home and eventually did some biking. I threw off the covers, intending to go for option 2. Then I sighed, thought about it, pulled the covers back over myself and determined instead to go for option 1. A little while later, when d woke up, we went for breakfast at McDonalds (plain porridge and an orange juice in my case – told you I’d be back on Disappearing form today). Then she went off to work, and I contemplated a long day at home.

Then I contemplated a long day not at home.

That was some pretty enticing contemplation. I jumped on a train and went to Starbucks. If nothing else, you see, it helped me break what could have been the beginning of a dangerous habit, and if we’ve learned anything at all by now, it’s that I am a creature of habit. Having had unhealthy food delivered to me a few times this week, it’s begun to seem like “What I do when I’m home for the day.” Bad habit to get into. Once in a while, sure. Habitually, nooooo.

So I did a Starbucks flip-flop, headed to Cardiff, got an agreeable amount of work done, and, through the course of the day, ate a total of two pots of porridge and one pot of nuts. Now, having come home, it’s time to implement the only element that was nailed into place whichever of the days I went through, and get on the bike, to reintroduce my system to the notion that it moves about a bit now and then. Time, in fact, to re-establish a good habit in my days, to drive myself if not exactly down (making actual weightloss progress seems a bit of a distant dream at this point in the week), then at least to arrest the damage of a couple of days of sloth and Very Hungry Caterpillar-style consumption. Here’s to hurting like a sonofabitch when I stagger off the bike tonight.