So week one of our new regime is done. Rather than bore you with reams of text this time I thought I’d just list a few key stats from the last week…
- Times out walking in the park – 10 (started Monday)
- Distance walked – 25 km / 16 miles
- Times thought might get beaten up in the park – 1 (sinister things have happened in that park)
- Times beaten up in the park – none (hurrah, what a lovely, idyllic park!)
- Cuts on feet from deciding to walk in flip-flops – 3
- ‘Treat’ meals – 1
- ‘Healthy’ meals – the rest
- Times wanted fish and chips – lots (depending on wind direction you can smell the nearby chip shop from our road / garden)
- Times had fish and chips – none (boo!)
- Meditations completed – 5 (missed a couple with Saskia teething)
- Juicers purchased – 1 (arrived yesterday, assembled this morning)
- Juices consumed – 1 (melon, blueberries and kiwi – very good)
- Steroid dose – 6 mg (originally 16 mg, reduced by one more tablet this week)
- Headaches – none
- Back pain – 3 out of 10
- Guns n’ Roses albums listened to – 3 (not nearly enough)
- Arguments with Transport for London as to whether being told you have brain cancer is an acceptable reason for forgetting to log in and pay the congestion charge that evening – 1 (apparently it’s not – thanks for that TFL, what a compassionate bunch you truly are)
There we are then – the upshot of all that (apart from TFL’s ‘contribution’ to our cause) is that I am feeling good and positive, both physically and mentally.
A few weeks ago I couldn’t have imagined walking sixteen miles in five days, let alone feeling much better for it.
And mentally it feels like we are taking control of the situation – doing everything we can from our side, while the doctors do their part.
Right, I promised not to bore you so will leave it there for now. Except for a little picture of Saskia taken yesterday (click on the image to see a larger version). Incidentally she celebrates being nine months old today – happy nine months to Saskia.