AS GOOD AS IT GETS AGAIN DAY 173

AGAIN

Saturday and it is a slowish start but finally gets going with a bacon sandwich and meds. My partner goes to have her hair done and while she is away I clean the house. This means that she does not have to use her injured wrist pushing the hoover around and gives it a chance to heal properly. So in the hours it takes to get hair done I go through the house until I am high on Mr Sheen and ready for a rest. I sit on the patio and read Comet in Moominland. By the time my partner returns I am on to Finn Family Moomintroll. We go to the garden centre to replenish our salad supplies and food for the evening meal.

On returning home I continue to read Finn Family Moomintroll, indulge in a yogurt and then contemplate training. Its hot, very hot but training cannot be put aside because its hot. Its back to the old argument that while cancer does not take a day off I can’t. So I change in to my gear and go to the garage and get on the rower. I decide that I will do an hour at my normal resistance level as tomorrow is weigh in day and my one rest day of the week. Its hot so I start off at a slow pace adn gradually get going as my body warm to the task. I have my ear buds in and listen to Brentford playing Manchester United. To my amazement Brentford take a 4 nil lead by half time, a score they maintain to the end. I toil in the heat and in the end do a reasonable session. For me its always about how many calories I burn as it is this that is the crucial side of the calories in and calories out balance that is key to my part of controlling my weight. Anything over 750 calories for an hours effort is a good outcome.

849 calories is a good session in this heat
HOT

I finish my session and change before the evening meal. My evening is all sport, clearing the kitchen, feeding the hedgehog and drafting the blog. Tomorrow is the start of my cycle, it means pre-emptive paracetamol in readiness for Mondays injection. This cycle is the one that sees the jab go into my right side, which is the one that responds less well and tends to stay sore for longer. The elements of being alive in this situation makes a strange jigsaw. I am still not sure I have the pieces in the right place.

Holiday coming and going.