R has been applying the Chinese Burn in a move to encourage a healthier diet.
I said I had decided not to do anything else healthy until the quit-o-meter was over the one year mark.
The pressure has had some kind of effect of effect though. I had a dream about a doctor giving me a scary diagnosis so today I entered the symbolic realm of giving up sugar in my coffee. It was fine.
This small concession might protect some of my other snacking habits in the short term (see illustration).
The journey of a thousand miles starts with a single step it is true. But it is also true that a journey of a thousand involves around a million steps after the first one and that's a bit off if you ask me.
Felt some positive emotions about not smoking. A long train was a lot more comfortable - a bloke in front of me starting rolling up when he was one station away from his destination just like I used to. And when going without my sugar today I was aware that it was nothing compared to the early stages of giving up. I felt a tinge of satisfaction at having done something that was good for me.
(Thanks to konaboy pigalina and kevin and kathy for linked images from flickr.)