I work from home a lot. In space no one can hear you scream. At home no-one can watch you biscuit. Help.
At the time of writing (Dec 2018), with no big running event to train for and the dark nights forcing us into the warm embrace of wine and crisps, I’m finding my weight creeping up and up. (My wife is far too lovely to comment on my increasingly prodigious bulk.)
I need a little bit of public humiliation to keep me on the straight and narrow. There was an early version of the RunKeeper app that used to almost force you to share your achievements on social media. In the end I set up @neilsbeergut just so I didn’t accidentally fat thumb myself into admitting I could only run 2km in about 15 minutes to everyone I knew. That didn’t last long, but I’ve just reactivated the account and set anything that can share (Fitbit, Feedly, Instagram, whatever) to share it there. It’s a cobweb of IFTTT applets and lies, but if you ever wanted documentary proof of how little sleep I get or what percentage of me is made of pure lard... well here it is...
Currently listening to "Gesse" - Ukandanz.
Currently reading "Consider Phlebas: A Culture Novel (Culture, #1)" - Iain M. Banks.
Posted Friday, December 14, 2018.