Scotland I’m brave

Honestly I will start a diet again soon, tomorrow I think.

I chatted with Frenchie earlier today. She is in full throttle, new knee breaking in, or breaking herself into the new knee, one or the other, something like that. It works, the knee, but needs to up it’s game and perform as well as the old one. She’s a walking machine and I like to think, at least a little bit bionic.

As part of her regime she is going to do the 8:16 diet as she’s gained a bit of chub through enforced inactivity. I’m going to do the same, I haven’t tried intermittent fasting but I know a few people who’ve had success with it.

In for a penny.

I’ve fallen into the eating sweets to keep myself nice habit, The Main and I are bad influences on each other in this respect. Sugar has to go! Sorry everyone but you are going to have to deal with unsweetened fat tart. You can look forward to more bad tempered rants.

I’ve had two weekends off in a row and I’ve been very sedentary.

I spent 24 hours of last weekend driving to and from Scotland to visit one of my brothers who is very ill. I drove alone and the journey was sometimes scary, the weather was crazy, the roads were dangerous, rain, floods, high winds, weather warnings, snow. There was a bit of road that was completely straight but like riding a rollercoaster. What were those Romans thinking? But then they wouldn’t have been travelling at 50 miles an hour, in the dark.

In just over 48hrs I travelled over 1,200 miles, visited a niece and her family at their home, my brother in hospital, his wife, one of his sons, one of his grandkids and a great grandchild, and Knitty and her husband at their place. All without breaking a sweat or indeed 1,000 steps.

I’ve got to get back into action.

This weekend I did a bit of housework and hair removal, pathetic stepage.

Today we breakfasted out then I started on the FatTart horoscope project, sun sign predictions informed by no recognised skill or scientific knowledge, driven by my unsweetened heart, you’ll love them, you know they’ll mean nothing, just like all the other horoscopes you love.

No steps in that activity either.

Tomorrow!