For reasons still not quite clear to me, this afternoon we were in the chemist picking up the remainder of Eleanor's prescription when the urge to quit smoking struck. Again. With three left in the packet, I squashed it, threw it in the bin that sat next to the counter and bought myself a triple pack of the mint things that helped me keep off them last time. Cherry. It feels right at the moment. I shall try not to think about it too much because that's when bad things happen (ie: driving to the all night garage in search of goodies).

This was followed by my first twenty minute session of yoga with DDP that I've been putting off for the best part of a fortnight. Not sure what the hell I'm talking about? Best place to start is here. Somewhere along the road, this will be good for me but this evening, it crucified me to hell and back. It was 30 degrees when I got out of the car and certainly not much cooler an hour later. Maybe that contributed to the litres of sweat that came out of me. This will be an interesting ride over the coming months that's for sure. Combined with the plans coming from the You Are Your Own Gym project, some well researched supplements, a reduced calorie intake, close to zero wheat and some irregular fasting - though I still need to figure that part out - I might be able to get my ass back into some kind of shape that resembles a human being before the end of the year. I also went out and got myself one of these today:

And the point of all this? I'm not entirely sure to be honest - but it's no bad thing, right? Going away always puts things in perspective but this last trip - being outside and away from 'the machine' for more than a few hours - has really rattled the cage. Next thing you know, I'll be taking up some kind of sport...