Ah!, the second


As things stand, I am still very much on the cusp of being underweight even by the most generous definition of what is not. While this is not of grave concern to me, it is pretty apparent which way the scales should be shifting.

However.

In my bid to increase and stabilise self-esteem, one idea that sprung to mind was a charity run of some description - almost certainly a 5km somewhere in the south during the summer. Probably raising money for the National Autistic Society, though the British Heart Foundation are organising a summer evening run in Bristol which could work too.

Obvious problem here - training for a long run is almost certainly not conducive to gaining muscle mass. And in turn, I am terrified of losing even more weight - especially as sufficient calorie intake can be quite a challenge for a vegetarian with hypersensitive taste buds as it is.

Still want to do it, and am fairly sure I will. Got lots of walking in today - three and a half miles each way between the Fortress and Weymouth town centre, plus more in said town centre. (Acquisitions: several CDs led by Sarah McLachlan's album Fumbling Towards Ecstasy, and I think that nearly completes my set of McLachlan albums; sheet music for Lucie Silvas' album Breathe In, which will get its own post in time; various snack bars for less than they're available in Southampton.) Didn't feel tired at all, and hoping that my endurance will now spread to running. The fear is of course losing even more weight, and that's why this post is behind a trigger-cut.