60 pounds later . . .

Yep - as of this morning, I have lost a grand total of 60 pounds. It's quite an impressive sounding number really. But I've only lost it physically.

Let me explain - my mental image of myself is having some difficulty catching up with my physical image. SO many times over the last few weeks, I have bought some gorgeous item of clothing and told myself "It won't fit yet, I'll put it away until it does" (I want to lose another 20 pounds). And EVERY time - it fits. It's like I subconsciously don't believe that I could be that small. It's quite a nice thing though - I'm not really complaining, and I'm certainly not one of those formally "big" people who carry on wearing tents. I'm enjoying seeing and showing off my new figure and I'm turning into a bit of a tart really :)

And that's my other (small) issue. Is it wrong that I am enjoying flirting so shamelessly with all these men who formally wouldn't have looked at me twice? Because I really am . . .

PS. The wedding was fab, my beautiful Maid of Honour dress fitted, the cake I made was lovely and only gave me about an hour's stressy moment when it wasn't setting properly, and my bridesmaid present was a Nintendo Wii. How cool is that! And I have since invested in a Wii Fit (bloody hell, those things are hard to get hold of) and am enjoying bouncing around my living room as a result!

Slap me on the bum and call me a naughty girl

Well, what have I been up to over the last four months? Certainly not writing on here!

Lucy's wedding is now in four weeks - I am Maid of Honour, and have been rather busy helping out. Including:

• Making tiara, and bridal jewellery
• Making the wedding cake
• Helping to organise the hen weekend (which is next week - aaaargh!)
• Typing out 18 pages of Order of Service this morning - these Catholic services are huuuuuge!
• Losing 3 stone since January to get into my bridesmaid dress. Yay - it fits!
• Doing a reading in the church
• . . . and all the other stuff - trying to help finding cars, going to dress fittings (aw, she looked so pretty!), helping to write out invitations and on the hunt for dresses for the little bridesmaids!

Yep - 3 stone lost. If any of you are trying to lose weight, I can heartily recommend a website - http://www.nutracheck.co.uk/. It is fantastic and yes - I have lost a wopping 42 pounds since January. Clothes shopping is overwhelming now, and I have a mental list of all the pretty boys that will be at the wedding . . .

I have just been promoted at work as well which I am quite happy about (well, extra dosh is always good) and even better than that, they are moving us this weekend to a different floor. That means I no longer have to sit next to my hoarder of a boss who has a desk you can't see under the crap he keeps on there, and for the first time in 7 years with the company, I have a window seat!

My flatmate is still bringing back men to sleep in her bed, but categorically "not to sleep with". One turned round and said that he fancied her, upon which she got all upset and stopped talking to him. I wonder what she expects . . .

I am off out now to go and buy a peace lily to put in my new window at work. He will be called George. If you are good, I will post a picture of George in his new home tomorrow . . .

Getting used to new flatmate, part 2

Strange men in lounge are now conscious again.

One walked into the kitchen, while I was taking my fresh bread out of the breadmaker (domestic, moi?!) and I recognised him as one of Sam's friends.

Then his older brother walked in.

The man is a God. I was almost speechless.

And there I am, wearing running pants that are falling to bits, and a black jumper with more bobbles on it than a bobbly thing. Such a good look . . .

The good thing is, he is the brother of one of Sam's best friends. Now, how can I get him to come back?!

PS. A half naked man has just walked across the hallway as I sit here typing. I guess not all the guests have gone just yet . . . .

Getting used to new flatmate, part 1

I have just woken up, to find men in various stages of unconsciousness draped across the sofas in the sitting room.

I have bought my breakfast back to bed. It is 07:45, and I really don't think they will be coming round any time soon.

Goodbye to the old, hello to the new

I am feeling a little sad. Lucy moved out last night, and in with her fiance. I suppose we couldn't be flatmates forever, but I did feel a little woeful. We have shared two abodes for more than two years.

And now she has to go and live with a boy.

I now have to get used to a new flatmate (something new to me, as I have always shared with people I already knew). Sam is younger than me - eight years younger, to be precise, and from The North. She is very tiny (less than five foot), blonde, and seems to be very sweet.

I didn't do nuffink

Why is it that I feel guilty if someone asks me what I did over the weekend, and I mumble "Well, you know, not much really. It was a quiet one."

I was discussing this with Lucy earlier, and as she said, you spend your weekend thinking "What shall we do!", when the truth is . . . you don't have to do anything if you so desire.

So from now on, I won't feel guilty if I have a day where I spend half of it in a dressing gown, watching crap TV, browsing the internet, reading a book and not even leaving the house.

I have weekends when I rush about inanely for the whole time and then feel knackered when I go back to work on Monday's, so from now on my new motto is:

"It's my weekend, and I'll laze if I want to . . . "

So there.