I seem to be on a bit of a self-destructive streak, diet-wise. My whole plan to drop 10 percent of my body weight for Neverwhere? Check it: I gained four pounds. I’ve had the house to myself most evenings for the last month while Mandy is in rehearsal. I thought it would be a good opportunity to really dig in and make the whole diet and exercise thing happen. Not so much. I watched a lot of movies, and recorded a lot of music. And ate a lot of crap. And exercised… very, very little.
So today I walked to work, and I walked home. And I intend to repeat the process tomorrow. That’s four miles a day. I’m not sure what to do about the diet yet. For reasons too ridiculous to go into, my office is continuously supplied with cake. It’s out of control.