Welcome to Wednesday, say goodbye to your bike.

Not even sure when it went.

Slept badly - I had even got my head down with a good book about 10pm but I got bored of reading it at about midnight. So I got my laptop and played a bit on the internet before shutting that down and embarking on entirely broken sleep from about 1am. Went to the loo at 2am. Saw the clock at 3am, 5am, 6am.

Then blearily walked out the door this morning and saw my little town run-around bike gone.

At least it was cheap (read: free) but I'd spent money on new tyres and stuff. And of course the light brackets went with it. Grr. The worst bit is knowing that someone was faffing around on our doorstep to remove it. Maybe my sleepless self knew something.

Sigh.

That bit of change in your hand.

Do you line up the coins in size or value order?

I find I seem to prefer size-order but the geek/logic/anal-retentive side of me struggles with this and keeps pushing for value order.

Unless I'm the only one that does either...

Oh, boo.

So I looked down and saw a bit of a gut on me yesterday and I thought "Hrm, have my hips just shrunk more or am I piling it on again?"

Turns out after a month or two of stagnation I've gone up again in weight, just a bit. I have been misbehaving a bit more and cycling rather less so I guess it's inevitable. I think I've found the biting-point.

So now, if I really want to get down to that goal of 10st or BMI 25 (as rubbish as the body-mass-index is, in my mind), then it's time for some extra effort. Less of the "I'm allowed chocolate, I'm dancing!", less of the "Oh well, this cake needs finishing off..." and less of the "I'm allowed a treat, damnit!"

Yes Sara, you are, just not every day, hm?

I'm also trying to decide if I'd prefer a slightly cuddly me, as I am now, or whether I actually would like to be more lithe. The only big reasons for the latter are: Getting into a couple of items of clothing I had originally written off as too-small eons ago; and a girlish desire to look like the champion lindy hop and swing dancers I have admired and wished to emulate after goggling at them on YouTube over the past year*.

Anyhow, I'm going to try and make this the last ever masturbatory "Look at the difference!" post I make. Laura P said I should have a photo taken with the following halter-neck, as it's a good benchmark against old pictures. I think she's right.

Then:


Then:


Now:

So meh, happy for the time-being anyhow. Do I really need to get into those combats I lived in when I was 15/16? Probably not...


* Search for swing dancing, lindy hop, Frida Segerdahl, Hanna & Matthias, and most of the videos linked from those - ohhh so good...

You Know You're Vermin When...

You manage to harbour a virus silently and then lay the new boyfriend low in bed for a couple of weeks. And not in the good way. Turns out I'm a carrier for glandular fever (or mono, or kissing disease, or Epstein-Barr).

Persons with infectious mononucleosis may be able to spread the infection to others for a period of weeks. However, no special precautions or isolation procedures are recommended, since the virus is also found frequently in the saliva of healthy people. In fact, many healthy people can carry and spread the virus intermittently for life. These people are usually the primary reservoir for person-to-person transmission. For this reason, transmission of the virus is almost impossible to prevent.

(http://www.medic8.com/infectious-diseases/ebv.htm)

Ah great. I'm a "reservoir". And thinking about it I think I did the same thing to another guy a few years back, but we just assumed it was rather bad 'flu. I'm really sorry...

Don't worry, you won't catch anything unless you kiss me. And then you'd have to be one of those people who hadn't previously caught it off another snotty snivelling kid at nursery!