I was aware that my brain hated me after knowing that I should eat exactly the opposite of what I always feel like eating. Things got worse afterwards. Very much like Calvin in the strip, the picture below pinpoints the exact moment when I realized that things were getting a little out of hand. That's the face of fear. I'm lucky enough that there are no pictures of the landing, because it was less than graceful.
Next week I'll resume kitesurfing after a year. We'll see who wins: my brain or me.