Daniel diet day 8


Today was … better. Energy level good for the morning – I coped well with a fairly energetic training session with Argos. Then met a friend at a coffee shop (I’m avoiding coffee shop meetings, but she was passing through from a city not too far away, en route to her new home on the other side of the country). I am proud to report that I happily drank cold water while she snarfed down something moderately calorific. In fact, I even stopped and bought her a farewell chocolate bar, and it didn’t even occur to me to indulge in something myself.

As someone who has, in the past, had to tell myself, on passing through the candy aisle, “Relax – you can’t eat it all, and you don’t have to!” this was huge progress.

Then I came home and passed out all afternoon. So not a wildly productive day, and no time for a proper blog post – I’m writing this because I said I would. But if there’s any blogging wisdom to be gained for me from this exercise, it is that I am absolutely not interested in being a daily blogger once this 40 days is over! Writing daily is an excellent discipline, but I want to take more time over each post. Thank you for bearing with me during this learning period!


About Belladonna Took

Into my second half-century and still trying to figure out what to be when I grow up. Born South African, naturalized American, at constant risk of losing my balance and landing ass-first in the Atlantic. A wife, a mom, a daughter and sister, kind of a grandma. Until recently a full-time dog rescuer, now more concerned with rescuing myself. User of dog hair as accessory, decor and garnish. Technical writer, strategic thinker, occasional entrepreneur. Voiceless poet and storyteller. Born again Christ-follower and former missionary schoolteacher chewing on some uncomfortable questions. Ignorer of rules, challenger of assumptions, believer in miracles. Skeptical libertarian, equal opportunity despiser of politicians and assholes. Gonnabe gardener, wannabe beekeeper, Monsanto-hating tree-hugger. Morbidly obese chocaholic, with a horse I don't ride because I might break him, and if not he would probably break me.

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