The Walk of Shame

Yep, Monday.
Monday, which brought meetings, a magazine that's prolapsed - with features at both front and back ends dropping out suddenly, the death of a coffee maker that's barely a month old (Well hell, January was a month of death in the headlines, why should the coffeemaker survive into February), and the apparent arrival of the latest storm to bring wind, more rain, with a sprinkling of pigging rain on top.

Sigh - got to love Wales. No really, it's the law - the locals turn against you if you dare to complain.

Anyhow, before the storm hit, I met up with my mother. She's begun her own Disappearing act again, though she's much more hardcore and hardass than me - she was on a 500 calorie day. Personally I think it's a gerbil diet or somesuch, because I'm fairly sure it can't be healthy to try and sustain a human existence on that, but hey, it's her thing.

We did five revolutions of the local Thomastown Park - barely a mile, I imagine, but some of it agreeably uphill, and not a bad way to spend a lunch hour. Not as good a way as say, having lunch would have been, but at least it allows me to mark the day in the calendar as beign the moment at which I started walking again as part of the Disappearing.

Now, five revolutions of Thomastown Park, for all it was a promising beginning, is fairly pathetic. We were up to ten revolutions in just over an hour the last time we stopped doing this. So it's pretty much a walk of shame to find ourselves unfit enough to have to go back to what amounts to basics and do just the five. But - a beginning.

Healthy dinner tonight - chicken, green veg and such. Remotely influenced by the fact that tomorrow's Tuesday, and Tuesday is weigh-in day? Hell yes. I've become vaguely fixated by the idea of making a certain amount of progress by tomorrow morning, and so I was delighted with d's concoction. More biking too, but again, inspired by Daredevil, only about 40 minutes worth. That clearly needs to change. Perhaps tomorrow I'll go back to music.

If, that is, there's any biking at all tomorrow. d's mentioned a last chance to see Judi Dench on stage via the movie theatre in Cardiff, so we may go out tomorrow night. I'm certainly doing a Starbucks day tomorrow as there's work going on involving the road outside our flat, and it simply wouldn't do to go out and stick some poor guy's pneumatic drill in him sideways.

So we'll see what happens. Here's to weigh-in day.