Ha ha! Not really. This hefty blockbuster is just five years of Dietgirl ramblings, printed for a handsome fee by Blogbinders. Still, even a giant print-out of blog archives is a cool thing to hold in your hands!
Yesterday I finished my rough outline/plan of the book, so I’m onto the gruelling task of reading through 424 pages with my pencil handy, making notes and sorting the wheat from the chaff. It’s great to have so much source material but it’s going to take awhile. Luckily it’s fun! Especially when you read things you’d totally forgotten about, like that my resting heart rate was 100 beats per minute at the start of 2001. ONE HUNDRED?!? How the hell was I not dead?
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Aside from starting The Book Project, my biggest achievement this weekend was to hem some trousers. The bastards have been mocking me with their lengthy legs for almost six months! They’re wide-legged ones, only £15 from H&M. I’d bought two pair since they look far more expensive than they were. The only problem is that they were designed for Scandinavian giraffe women. I’m 5’8" and don’t normally need to hem things, but these pants were three inches too long.
You’d think being such lovely dacks that I’d have hemmed them right away, ready for winter. But nooo. At first they were unwearably tight so I chucked them in the cupboard. Once they fit, I wore my gym pants and trainers on the train then changed into the trousers at work, where my boots were juuust tall enough to make them wearable, if I was careful not to tread on the hem walking up stairs. But then last week I forgot to change and wore them home with my trainers, and being Scotland there was a torrential downpour, so they absorbed about a litre of water and mud as I tripped through the puddles.
On Sunday I took advantage of my burst of productivity and finally said RIGHTO! Time for action! It took me about three hours to hem the two pairs. I thought it would be quick and easy, since I am a highly qualified seamstress and all (where qualified = earning my Sewing badge at Brownies circa 1986). The reality was multiple stabbings, ironed fingers and accidentally sewing one trouser leg to the other.
Och well. Now I can wear these dacks without risk of injury. But since I waited so many months they’re now on the verge of baggy. So hopefully I have learned my lesson – procrastination does not pay, kids!
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Hang on! This is meant to be a fat fighting blog, isn’t it? I should update you on the fat. I’ve been doing great! Where great = Monday to Thursday, that is.
The weekends have been shoddy. No wild bingeing, just still too much food. I didn’t need two portions of trifle at Chez In-Laws on Sunday night, but down they went. Jelly creamy goodness. Sometimes I fantasise about plunging into a giant bowl of trifle. How nice would that feel? Slipping past the cool cream and custard, wriggling through the fruit and jelly, with no risk of head injury due to the soft boozy sponge cake at the bottom. Oh baby…
My sister and I were having an email Bitch Session and seems she is having the same Weekend Issues. Being Chicks of Action, we’ve been brainstorming the problem together. One idea we’ve copied from the lovely Renee – we’re going to be e-mail buddies. Each morning we’ll be writing each other with our eating and exercise, talk about plans for the day and any Upcoming Challenges. We already email daily, and were good at lard busting when we lived together, so now we’re going to try it long distance. I really need to add another layer of Accountability, and there’s no bullshitting with me and my sister. Wish us luck, comrades!