Hurray! I’ve passed the Marketing Communications module!! I got a B grade!! Whoo hoo, I don’t have to resit it and I’ve only got three modules left to pass.
Thank goodness. I really did not want to have to come in to work and tell my boss that I’d failed it. That would have been seriously embarrassing.
Phew.
Now, what am I going to do to treat myself?
Well, I’ve bitten the bullet and have made an appointment to join a gym and have my induction on Saturday afternoon.
I will be thin!
I will be thin!
I will be thin! Honest …
I can’t bare the thought of being fat (quite frankly) on my wedding photos. I don’t want to look like a walrus in a wedding dress. Hence a major league diet. I can’t get married until I’m ten stone. This means I have to lose nearly a third of my body weight (I can’t believe I’ve let myself go that much!!).
I’ve dug out my old Weight Watchers books and stuff and I’m now proudly munching my way through 22 points a day. So far it’s going well, but I only really started on Saturday, when I weighed in at 13.12.
I’ve set myself a number of interim targets (milestones) to make the overall scheme more manageable and to give myself an excuse for a big treat every so often. These are: 12.7; 11.4; 10.2 and 10.0. The last couple of pound are always the hardest, hence the double treat. In total I want to lose 54lb.
I will do it, honestly!! Gulp!
As for the when …
I decided some time ago that I wouldn’t get married until I was 10 stone in weight. I haven’t weighed myself recently because I think it will be too depressing, but I know I’m a helluva lot heavier than that at the mo.
Starvation calls, but I’m rubbish at being hungry. When I’m hungry I eat, and I eat well, which is, of course, what got me into my size 20s in the first place. I think it calls for a campaign of military proportions. It’s the only way I’ll manage it. Mark doesn’t mind and it certainly isn’t his idea, but I can’t face photos as I am.
As for the where …
Mark and I are rather keen on tying the knot in Las Vegas, and then honeymooning in Arizona and perhaps also visiting the West coast (San Francisco, Seattle maybe?). I guess it depends how long we can afford to go for. Don’t worry, Elvis will be nowhere to be seen.
We don’t expect everyone to come with us, but it would be nice if we could fill at least the front row of the chapel.
The gel nails look nice by the way.
St Valentines Day… a day for romance, especially for me as I got engaged to my lovely Mark today!!
I confess I’ve been pestering him for a while, but whenever I mentioned it he just gave me a big hug and then left the room without saying a word. I wasn’t entirely sure what that meant and didn’t dare to ask in case it meant ‘no thanks, I’m perfectly happy just the way things are’. However, it seems my romantic little bunny was biding his time, waiting for the right opportunity.
I was a bit confused when I opened my Valentine’s card and a ring pull fell out. But when I read that this was in lieu of a more valuable kind of ring, one that I could help him choose I was very excited, delighted, overjoyed!! And just a little nervous, but that soon passed.
We rushed off to Goldsmiths to choose a ring - a white gold round solitaire. It’s beautiful - see for yourself:
But because my nails are so badly bitten at the moment I’ve had to make an appointment to go get gel nails on Saturday. I can’t show it off to everyone with my scratty little stumps in this state!