I want to lose some more weight. I want to be able to run around doing household tasks and running up and down ladders like I'm as young as I am, rather than feeling like a sweating, puffing, overweight old man.
I'm not saying I do feel like I'm incapable of doing what I need to do at the moment. I think my weekend of swinging around a lump hammer for hours showed me that I have a certain amount of vitality. Though motivating myself to do more clearing up after I've gotten home from a full day's work will be a challenge.
I think I've got some diet instinct at the moment, though I can lapse easily. Yesterday, I had a reasonably healthy wrap for lunch, but accidentally added a mini panettone to it. Ah Caffe Nero. Naughty but nice. The late afternoon meal was also unhealthy, fried food, but in small quantity - apparently that's what you get. I even remembered ordering the larger version of the dish I was served, and I couldn't be bothered to complain. Yet, on the way home after the gig, my stomach telling me it was hungry, I managed to drive past all sources of food and just take myself off to bed. Wow. I was convinced I'd be getting a takeaway. Apparently not.
This lunchtime, I couldn't be bothered to get anything except a nice healthy salad.
Subway for dinner, but I suspect it will be one of their less unhealthy options.
I've even been told that my on-the-road eating tomorrow will be homemade sandwiches from the person I'm sharing the journey with. When I say sharing the journey, we'll be sharing the car. I plan to pay for the petrol and do all the driving. Sharing can be about something other than wealth.
Share and enjoy. That's what I say.
Unless we're talking about pies. Then I should probably not share and just leave it to someone else.