Nearly there!

January 1st is only 1 or 2 days away, depending how you look at it. So, it's time to create a plan of action for this blog. It has to have more than just random ramblings, and must contain my weight loss shenanigans. From now on, the weekly page will run as follows (all going well):

Date
Weight at start of week
Weight at end of week
Change in weight
Comments on diet, exercise, etc.
Goal for next few week.

On a daily basis, I'll put down information on how I'm feeling about my progress - or the lack of - and how I hope to progress.

And the rest of the post will stay as normal: random bletherings, stories, laughs, trials and trivulations, if that's even the right word for it.

Tonight, I'm not feeling too well. Or should I say, this morning. Current time is 5.01am. I feel rubbish, and am scared to move incase something inside me wants to escape through the various exits. Blimey I feel like an air hostess describing where to go if you start to plummet in the plane. Much good that'll do.

On the love-life front, there is mucho confuzzlement. I don't know what I'm doing, or what my heart's telling me to do. No, that's a lie. I know what my heart wants me to do, but I'm not going to do it. I know what it gets up to. It's prone to finding trouble, and I'm not being had by it again. Ohh no. It can thud away all it likes, but I'm taking no notice of it. Hang on, do I sound like Arkwright? From Open All Hours? Or more like his half-Hungarian nephew? I spose I'll never really know.

I wouldn't mind a half-Hungarian man. Come to think of it, I wouldn't mind any man as long as he was half-decent. The other half could be anything, really. Except an animal. I really wouldn't fancy having a man that was Hungarian from the waist down, and ape from the waist up. Mind you, I'd have an excuse to get up to monkey business. Ah well, I can dream.

Anyways. I'm off for now. I'll write in the new year.

Lots of love, and best wishes for Hogmanay!

Dx