No, this isn’t some ‘Secret Diary of a Call Girl’ confessional…I haven’t been dishing out sexual favours for dosh – to be fair, I doubt I’d make my millions taking that career path!
It went okay!
It’s finally arrived…the night before I start my new ‘proper’ job!
You deserve to be healthy and happy and at a weight that you are comfortable with…more importantly, you deserve to feel fecking fabulous!
What a weekend it’s been!
There was a teeny tiny moment in the gym yesterday when I wanted to say, ‘Oh please just fuck off!’
Resolutions – I have made so many of these in the past…and rarely stuck to them.
I wrote about the challenge that Herbie and I are facing a couple of days ago…
How life has changed. I used to knock back vodka shots – I was rather partial to a mars bar shot or two…actually it wasn’t uncommon for me to knock back double-figures! – and now I am knocking back something that helps Buddhist monks to focus during their meditation…
21 weekends…21 weekends left until Herbie and I ride around London…63 bloody miles around London in the dark!