DVT DAY 322

Sunday the anniversary of mine and my partners Civil Partnerships. The day starts with coffee and chat and moves onto breakfast but only after I have weighed myself in.

92. 3 Kilos

Another reduction in flab, good news, I have earned my rest day and my Sunday treat at the evening meal. We sit to breakfast and despite conversations about not doing gifts my partner bushwacks me with a romantically folded book and a large Panetone. It will be my weekend treat at dinner. We do face time with my youngest daughter as the snow falls heavily, well heavily for Leicester. In a moment of curiosity I swapped the rug in the lounge for a larger one we had in store. The effect is universally approved and we decide to stay with the change.

The rest of the day is a gluttony of football where I watch my team beaten and my preferences dashed. As the snow fell around my dissapointment I became reckless and turned to crisps. At the end of the afternoon I prepare a chicken one pot with red wine stock and a hint of cayenne.

The evening meal goes well and I finnish off with the surprise panetone. The rest of the evenning is David Attenborough followed by TV dross that frees me to write the blog. Tomorrow I have work to do and a training routine to get back to, with its the challenges of rejecting the sweet things I like but that feed my cancer. I find survival is based on denial and physical discipline. The mental side is easy, its what I instruct myself to do and on what I hold my word on. And of course doing what the Pixies tell me to.

I shall end this day with a restorative bath full of bath bomb bliss. Tomorrow my head will be clear and my senses keen to see and hear a new day.