Movin' And Shakin'

Barely made it outside the door of the flat today, except to go and collect my boiled rice and fried onions - I swear, for all thirteen years of being married to a foodie has done for me, a couple of days on my own and I'm reverting to pigging monasticism. Don't have that much hair to shave off, and the saffron might clash with my complexion, but hey, robes are good and flowing for those of us of the more enormous persuasion, and the only difference between ranting and chanting is the intensity, so who knows? Might be an option. Bowl of crispy rice in the morning and bowl of boiled rice at night, sorted.

It's all about the carb, of course. In the words of Garfield the cartoon cat, I never met a carbohydrate I didn't like.

Anyhow - barely made it outside the door today because there was Stuff To Do. Shifting of chunks of furniture, opening and emptying and crunching of boxes and suchlike. Made, in real terms, barely a dent, still can't get to our bed, the kitchen's filling up nicely with stuff to be found a place by d, and there's more to come tomorrow. Which is why this is a short and, if not sweet, than at least carb-heavy entry. There's more to do almost immediately I'm done.

One thing I got done today though was the shifting of one half of the fridge magnet collection.

Don't laugh, it's a reasonably big job. And it actually makes something of a difference to where some pieces of furniture can go, so I'm counting it as a reason to feel like progress has been made, along with the boxes removed from the pile and crushed and shoved out for recycling, which from what we can see, nobody else bothers with in the block. So...yeah - lowish exercise day, but I'll tell you a thing. I'm getting twinges. Not old-man back twinges of hamstrings or any of that, but if I move something, it actually feels like the muscles between my ribs on one side or the other - but never both - go into  frigging spasm. Which was interesting at about two o'clock this morning, when, having decided I had the gumption for a late surge, more or less spurred on by Bruce Dickinson and Bryan Ferry (separately, obviously, not together. Cos that would be weird. Interesting, but weird), I shifted a couple of bookcases round and found myself breathing weird till my ribcage straightened up and flew right.

So, not so much a Disappearing day - buggerall aerobic exercise, perhaps the tiniest bit of moving-man-style weight training. But also not by any means a carnival of excess. Sometimes, you've got to take the little victories and let them be enough to get you to the next day, and the next. Today, I emptied boxes, shifted furniture and yes goddammit, I rearranged half the magnet collection.

Tomorrow...more comes through the door...

Disappearing Tip #1 - Some days are diamonds. Some days, getting out of bed is a victory. Accept and embrace them both.

Disappearing Tip #2 - You can never have enough fridge magnets. At least while you still have a fridge.