But I'm doing well. Bought myself a new hoodie on saturday and I DIDN'T EVEN NEED ONE! Oh my god, you are thinking, this man is crazy.
I also decided to do a detox which is a bit more important then the hoody. So for the past three days I've had no caffeine, no alcohol, only pure juice or water.
Results so far: I'm knackered. I have been a caffeine junkie since dot dot dot. I do actually feel a little better for it. It's that promise that I'm going to feel even better as my body purges all the crap I used to put in it.
That's not to say I'm not going to put crap in it again. But this is clearly a good time to be getting more trim with summer shaping up to be long and warm.
The next step is to get the running back on track, pun intended. That means new trainers as my current ones are dead. I think this is a very justifiable purchase if it helps me get fit.
What's probably less justifiable is that I bought the Doctor Who coat. Ok, it's a hundred pounds. Ok, so I probably don't need it. Ok, so the money would have covered my food bills for a fortnight. Ok it's silly. On the other hand. It's going to be mine. So I don't care. Frankly I'm through giving a damn about starving next month, if I do then at least I'll do so looking like the Doctor.
So the detox plan is for a month which means I'm contractually obligated to drink tonnes of water till the 8th of July. Depending on how this goes, though, I'm thinking of trying to keep it going longer. Maybe until my birthday. If I can get through till then it'd be a significant victory for my sunny new disposition vs my curmudgeonly old subconscious.
I'll keep you updated kiddies. Ramblerambleramble.
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