This is to report... and record... the fact that (for me) blogging is the best thing since sliced bread. The combination of planning and writing my own posts together with reading all the blogs I follow almost as soon as they're posted has been essential in helping me get back to where I was before my trip to Argentina last October.
The weight and bandit blogs are in all their many ways collectively teaching me to look within myself for the strength I need to continue on this daily trudge, and to remember that we're all basically the same, right down to the last weakness and embarrassed confession - everything's been done before. And if they can all do it, why can't I?
See the picture of Aconcagua on the right, with my comment that with the help of other bandit bloggers to push me when I flag, maybe I'll make it to the top? I meant it when I wrote it, then I wasn't so sure, and now I'm back looking at it and thinking 'that's how they're pushing me - they're telling their stories to show me there's nothing new under the sun'. No need to run or hide - we'll all get through this together.
My research into the Patagonia of the First World War fed my imagination for several years (as I have tried to describe it in this blog). These days if I need to get away from reality, thanks to the internet I can hover over Patagonia like a bird on a thermal, unable to land yet looking fondly below. There are many beautiful and poignant blogs where I can do this, and I am grateful to them for the virtual holidays they give me.
All have helped me to relax my anxieties - weight related and otherwise - and to halt the comfort eating that was the net result. The band is working again - I'm at 10ml, and as long as I'm able to avoid temptation when it's presented to me, plus make the effort not to buy the wrong foods, then it isn't difficult, and it's coming off at a pound a week, as before.
So - thank you all my virtual friends for making the journey easier.
Photo Finish -
From Lonicera's non-digital archive:
Island of Fuerteventura, Canary Islands
The sea walls withstanding the effects of a windy day...
I can't resist bougainvillea, a reminder of childhood
It's said the island became a semi desert due to
over-pasturisation by goats in previous centuries
Nudist beach (for everyone except me!)
View from a high point in the middle of the island
A phenomenon: when sand blows west from the Sahara, in
certain circumstances it makes the evening sky go this
extraordinary colour. I haven't altered it at all.