Giving You Up

Well,

Tomorrow I am starting the 10-day Cosmo "Bikini Panic" Diet, which is basically the first ten days of Sonoma, but a bit stricter and easier to follow. I am looking forward to shedding a few pounds, as over the past couple of weeks I’ve gorged and boozed my body back to the Stone Age (well, back a few months, maybe). Missing the gym for over a week certainly was good from a lazy point of view, but I have noted all my muscle tone going down the toilet (probably literally). My weight hasn’t really changed, but that is due to muscle mass reducing and fat piling on.

I finished Bridget Jones’s Diary today. It was great fun – and scarily, I feel my life is following her fictional archetype. Okay, so I am not thirtysomething (yet), and I am not a woman, but our attitudes aren’t so very different. Sadly, although many philosophical arguments are opened-up by this book, all I took from it really was a feeling of gladness that I am not the only lonely pisshead out there. So I cracked open a bottle of Chardonnay and have proceeded to drink it all. I am going to the Scrooges quiz shortly (if they let me in), in an attempt to justify drunkenness as a gay scoail activity (in both senses of the G-word).