Today, for the first time in a while, I feel clear of head and steady on my feet — or at least as steady as I normally do. I guess the Gatorade is kicking in.

I’m sorry you feel compelled to suspend your evening tot, Stilly. I’m no toper, but I would feel excessively deprived if I had to give up my occasional glass of wine or slug of hard stuff. It doesn’t kick me out of ketosis, and I continue to feel digestively fine with no cravings or other forms of disordered eating behaviour, so I’ll just stick with the routine I’ve established.

I have only 3.4 Kg to go on the weight-loss front and my innards are behaving better than they have in years, so I’ll soon resume eating some of the higher-carb foods I’ve been avoiding — milk first, then more veg and fruit. I have missed peach season this year (*sob*).

On the declutter front, I’m just about ready to square up to what remains of our 30-year accumulation of CDs. The classical music is gone, and the pop and rock stuff that Edmund’s brother likes, so now it’s down to the hard-core folk and the truly weird stuff. I have boxes and tape, and I’m not afraid to use them!