Being Good

I have been good this week, actually. By my standards, anyway. I rejoined the gym on Monday, and have been five days since, including today (Saturday). I started the diet that a colleague from last summer photocopied for me from a girlie magazine (a pared-down version of Sonoma Wave 1), and have stuck to it reasonably well. I feel much better, physically and mentally. I have drunk no alcohol fromlast Saturday until now, although I am now halfway through a bottle of Champagne Ayala. So, nobody’s perfect, as Madge pointed out a few years ago. I don’t feel guilty in the slightest.

I got my hair cut today – well, shaved off. It was getting pretty long again, rather unintentionally – I had meant to get it shorn some time ago, but kept saying "when I lose weight". Well, I’m not at the weight I wanted *yet*, but I needed a change and didn’t want to do it too close to my holiday.

And yes, in a week’s time, I will (fingers crossed) be relaxing in a Tuscan cottage. It’s pretty much all set now – I just need a bit more spending money, and for my EHIC (the plastic E111) to arrive. I did have one, though lord knows where it is now, so I applied for one a day or two ago. Whether it will be here in time is another matter, but I have travel insurance, so I don’t quite understand the point of it. I have a slightly traumatic job to do before I go – Jo, the uni friend I’m going with, has asked me to ring the (presumably Italian monolingual) owner, to tell him when we’re arriving, and to arrange picking up the keys. I haven’t really done enough Italian to find that pleasurable – but as the designated linguist, it is my duty. She has sorted everything else out, after all, so I can’t complain.

The question is, where will this champagne lead? Last week, Tom (a guy I keep meeting and texting, who I really like, and who seems to like me, but who has made it clear is not in a position to tale things further) managed to tempt me out. Tonight, Dax is out (with Lucy and fiancé, sadly), and so is Mel (with work friends), but noone has invited me anywhere. I am still technically on a diet, and alcohol is banned, but I won’t be able to go out for three weeks after this, so I feel the urge more strongly than normal. We shall see…