Internet shminternet

Technology seems to be conspiring against me today, so much so that I can't actually do very much work.
It's astonishing how reliant I am on minor things like my broadband and various websites working properly.
It reminds of how crippled we felt when the fuel protesters came within a drop of unleaded of bringing the country to its knees.
The day didn't start well as for some reason my broadband at home isn't working today, so I find myself holed up in the Blue Lagoon on Glouester Road, making use of their wi-fi.
To be fair it's quite a nice relaxed place to shift the office to for the morning, but that's not really the point.
Even though the wi-fi is free, I did feel obliged to buy a coffee, and then the special breakfast.
Which brings me onto my next point. It really is time to shape up and stop getting back into bad old ways.
I'm feeling a bit like an oil tanker at the moment, for more than one reason.
I'm finding it hard to switch back into 'healthy Simon' mode, after being 'don't give a damn Simon' mode for a while.
I think when I thought I wouldn't get a place for the London Marathon a little bit of me decided to take the whole fitness regime a little less seriously, sub consciously of course.
But now I have got a place, I should be out at the gym or going for a run every day.
Instead my food consumption yesterday included half a big size Cadbury's Whole Nut bar (the other half went the night before), a healthyish lunch of salad and chicken, covered in olive oil and mayo, followed by a bacon and cheese panini about 5.30, two rounds of ham sandwiches during the football (weren't England great!) and a whole packet of Sainsbury's luxury Belgian chocolate and hazlenut cookies.
It's a bit like smoking, I know how bad it is, but I just can't seem to stop myself at the moment. Although I did conquer the fags and I'm never going back to those.
I have that pang of guilt coming out of the shop with a bag of sweets or something equally bad for me, which must be the same sense of shame a recovering alcoholic feels being spotted coming out of Threshers with a bottle under his arm.
I felt particularly down yesterday as I saw a photo of myself from the weekend at my brother's wedding.
The pics by his mate Mike Thomas were fantastic, he's a great photographer and to me eyes everybody looks cool, glam and beautiful, especially my girlfriend.
But I looked at it and thought, 'who's that fat bastard next to her? Oh, it's me'.
It inspires conflicting emotions, at the same time I feel like pigging out to make myself feel better, and starve myself to make myself feel better. But because it's much quicker and easier to polish off a box of cookies, that is the urge that wins out.
It's not an excuse but it has been a busy few weeks, I've had two big projects to get done before buggering off to Italy at the weekend.
I've been working all day, late into the night, and over the weekends, which tend to be booked up with stuff like weddings and half marathons.
So I have been exhausted and hungry and the fact is I haven't had to work full time for nearly six months so I'm probably not used to that either.
It's great to have lots of work, but of course it's all done sat on my backside, and the urge to go and exercise has been severly beaten by those bully boys Tired and Hungry.
But now I am looking forward to a week in Italy, having finished the work I was doing, and maybe I can come back fully refreshed, full of enthusiasm to take on the biggest physical and mental challenge I have ever faced.
I reckon I might need some help though and I'm considering a recruitment drive for the Fat Bastard Running Club, to see if there's anybody else in my position, and shape, who'd like to train with me to keep each other going.
Let me know if there is anybody out there who fancies joining me.