Down a wee bit today, keeping me nicely below the psychologicackle 16 stone mark. Now only another fourteen pounds to lose to get to my next psychowossname.
As I mentioned earlier, I
flew walked to work this morning, and felt sufficiently inspired to walk home, too. On the way back I took the more strenuous route via the Swing Bridge. For some reason, I’m always surprised by how bloody steep Bottle Bank is. But I made it all the way up without needing to stop and catch my breath, so the walking must be working…
Charts and things
Your picture of the day is this quite tasteful tower which stands in isolation in Middlesbrough. I’ve given it a bit of treatment…
 Complete with high-speed detour
 No heart rate, as I left the strap thingy off