Yesterday, pretty much immediately after I posted, a glimpse of summer suddenly and magically appeared.It had been getting warmer throughout the day, and by late afternoon when I was travelling across town to keep the weekly appointment with my therapist, the scenery had completely transformed itself into a picture-perfect tableau of summertime.
Troves of bored youth kicking around cans on street corners, hands buried deep into the pockets of baggy pants.
Young girls, with glittering eyes and shimmering hair, getting out their still-white legs in floaty floral dresses.
People riding their skateboards in short-sleeved attire, people eating ice-cream in the streets.
It was rather cliche, rather pretty, and rather unexpected.
I also managed to stay content with myself; turns out it does pay off to take my own advice from time to time.
I didn't entirely fast, but near enough: I had nothing apart from water and a single plum all day.
I ate the plum when I was feeling reasonably hungry, too - so it felt good, like the natural thing to do as opposed to a false messiah, a mindless craving I was simply giving into.
I was pleasantly surprised by the compliant and easy fashion in which my body submitted back into the (almost) no food regime, after being fed to a more wholesome extent the day before.
It even left me the energy to go running, twice, a nice and easy way towards an instant high.
Today, I replaced the plum with a 103 calories of single-serving-sized caramel flavoured soy yogurt; I think I could get used to this one-item-a-day "diet"...
At least it's been keeping me happy so far, we'll see whether stark hunger or the frustration to be eating even anything at all dictate otherwise tomorrow.
I'm oddly tired right now, not even weak, not even exhausted, just slightly disenthused in the brain.
I think I'll go for a trip to the video store and rent a few episodes of some entertaining show or other, hand the responsibility for my thought process over to the tv screen for a bit.
It's back to university next week, and god knows that'll be the end of excessive time left for lazing on the coach, so perhaps I should make the most of it.
I'm thinking Nip/Tuck perhaps, certainly does well in the "entertainment" department, while also being thinspiration personified - what with the entire premise of the show being the obsession with perfect bodies, and its cast of actresses ranging from staggeringly bony to solidly zero-sized with few exceptions.
I apologize for the lack of substance in this post and will be back the next time with something a little more relevant and a little less.... lethargic.
I'm blaming it all on the prayed-for yet unexpected onslaught of summertime, obviously.
