brompton cemetery

maybe it's fatty liver clinic but i've been overwhelmed by the urge to overhaul my lifestyle and get healthy. no more sitting around subsisting on frozen pizzas and ice cream when the mister is out of town. no siree, left to my own devices i'd be the first to admit rapid regression and degeneration. thankful for C, the best thing that came out of GOS elective, who sense checks my bad habits and tells me to start cooking for myself (i.e. no more take out despite living next to a chinese takeaway :( ) and gently encourages me to be more active. baby steps! nosey by nature, i'm inclined to explore new neighbourhoods and the brompton cemetery was in a pretty part of chelsea i couldn't resist. made the most of the jetlagged mornings (post sg i was waking at 6 for a spell) and go for brisk walks before work. thankful we're edging towards summer and longer day light hours. feel relatively safe and not pantang so the place made for a serene, contemplative walk.

and back to fatty liver clinic - i'm such a sucker for a deal that i took the coupon for two sausage mcmuffins with egg for £2 from the flyer distributor by the tube exit and stopped by maccas before clinic. thought to have one for breakfast and the other for lunch, but who am i trying to kid. obviously had both for breakfast then went to face an onslaught of morbidly obese types and tried to block visions of joining their ranks the whole morning. it's terrible, really, this gluttony has to stop. the fatty liver consultants were patient and encouraging, telling everyone to exercise at least 45min daily. and that put me to shame because i'd be lucky if i get in 45min in a month. this sloth is nothing to be proud of and i'm taking their advice to heart, trying to walk more and make form good habits. feel so much of it is about sustainability and not doing something overly restrictive (eg no sugar) only to regress and unleash the sugar vampire (oho she's there all right!) on a cheat day. that becomes a cheat week then cheat month.