Feeling chipper...

To be frank, I may not be feeling like my old self, but then again, there's a little less of my old self to feel. I tipped the scales at 212 this morning for the third morning in a row, so the resumption of eating after my stone passage has not resulted in the re-inflation of my weight.

I have to tell you I don't remember the last time I was so light. As I walk down the corridor from the kitchen to the bedroom, I can see a definite difference in my shape as reflected in the hall mirror. I've got a golden opportunity, here, to improve my health, well-being, and appearance. I must not squander it.

I watched a few minutes of the BAFTAs last night. This British awards show (comparable to the Oscars here in the States, if I'm to believe the hype) seems better organized and moves crisply. The emcee is not someone whom I recognize, but was quite witty (even if he did lamely force a bad pun involving "replacement" and "hip-hop artist" when introducing the presenter for best music). In the short time I watched the show, I mentally noted at least three useful turns of the phrase that I plan to steal borrow when the time is right.

The hour or so nap I took when I got home hit the spot, but also threatened to keep me sleepless when I did want to sleep. I solved the problem around midnight by taking a hot shower and then getting under the covers. I woke around 4, went back to sleep, and finally rose for the day the the normal time (6:15 am, ever since TSA's minions lost my clock's alarm-set knob in the course of tossing my luggage).

I need to return soon to this screen and plan the day.

Cheers...