AAARGH! just jogged, shuffled, dragged myself around the block in my tracksuit pants and running top which strangely seems too small for my bumptious curvey bits which wobble around like a tsnami in the bathtub. It's boiling outside, I'm guessing at least 25C today and while that's positive, cos it got me sweating, I don't make a very attractive picture sweating and bouncing and trying to keep my blubber from falling out all over the place.

I just say to myself it is the beginning of a new me, and while those guys outside the cafè are smirking as I run/drag myself/shuffle/sweat past, in a few weeks they'll be smirking on the other side of their faces as I effortlessly glide past, with my sleek shiny ponytail doing the only bobbing up and down...

Now, sadly, I'm going to make a cake mix because it's my birthday in 10 days and I want to make a cake with my dream house on top. but I WILL be strong and try not to lick the bowl...