#life

Did you ever have such a wonderful morning that you're overwhelmed by a sense of impending doom?

I'd lost around 13kg, then I got back on the piss for a week and a day, then ate a pizza and a half yesterday, up two kilos; time to knuckle down. Current weight: 145 kg.

Day two of the school holidays, our food is running low, and water is scarce. We must journey to the store and face the masses. If we make the run unscathed, we will wait it out until school returns. The mood is low; hope for the future is grim—another two weeks until things normalise in this hellhole.

Give us a smooch mumma!

First day of the school holidays, my role as father will be difficult, but I'm ready.
-- The Fat Man

Now we are well into spring; I've kicked into party mode. Party season is upon us. School holidays start today. I wish I could drink right up till after Christmas, but I have other healthier plans for my body and mind.

I've had three beer sessions since Sunday. I haven't drank since I quit in March, maybe April, due to a fatty liver diagnosis, where I declared I'd never drink again. I'm quitting once more, next Wednesday at the latest. It will be done.

I went to church with my crow shirt on last Sunday, and a little old lady said to me, 'The only good crow is a dead crow!' Before proceeding to tell me that they eat the eyes of baby lambs. If I had been a bit quicker on my feet, I would have mentioned what a Sunday roast is made of.

I want to be enthralled by the idea of physical activity and getting outside, alas, at present I am not, but if I can get that way, the battle is won.

When talking to my wife, knowing that women need to talk more than men, my go-to words are, 'What else?'