16:07pm

So Mother Nature cut me a break and turned the rain off, hooray! I went for my walk (BY MYSELF I might add, ahem, Meewps), absolutely powered it and did it three minutes quicker than yesterday so when I got back I marched on the spot for the remaining three minutes. Now, because of the high/low intensity dilemma I was having earlier on, I decided to run up and down the stairs ten times on top of making my low-impact walk a little more high-impact by storming it a little faster. Plus the yoga workout (YouTube has this chick who does ‘Yoga For Dummies’ and she’s a genius . . . A very happy genius . . .) which I did later lasted for almost 50 minutes, so I think my exercise intensity to time spent exercising ratio balanced out. Oh and of course I did my evening exercises, but I did 50 less squats today since I’d done all of that running up and down stairs. I might do the other 50 later on when I get in from the party . . .

Ah yes, by the way, I do 50 full bend squats, and the other hundred which I do are like gentle bounce squats. Absolutely vicious; start from a bent leg position with both knees at a 90 degree angle and then bounce ever so slightly (only about an inch) up and down for 100 counts. It doesn’t sound too tough, but it is a muscle-toning King.

I’m just about to tuck into my ‘mingy tea’ and a juicy orange. But firstly, on a slightly different note, I have to confess to some ridiculousness today. I can’t speak for every girl, but personally I always want people to see me at my best, and my boyfriend’s friends are no exception to that rule. Actually, I want them to see me at my best more than most people because my philosophy is that if a boy’s friend thinks you look good, he will want you more. My nightmare would be for one of Lew’s friends to see me out in a bad condition and think ‘What does he see in her; she’s a beast’ . . . so imagine my mortification this morning during my walk, when I was sweaty, out of breath, with no make-up on, not having washed my hair and in my joggers with my hood up like a paedophile and who should I run into but Good-Ol’-Ethan. Perhaps the worst part was that I didn’t notice it was him as he was walking towards me, so in my starving state I was thinking about what to eat tonight, and was probably slobbering over the idea of a 100% beef burger, so not only did I feel like an ugly, sweaty pig, but I also felt like I was totally monging off during my food-fantasy. I realised it was him when he was like seconds away, and in my ridiculousness did not stop, and make polite small talk. Oh no. That would be too simple. I vaguely recall screaming ‘I DON’T HAVE MAKE-UP ON! DON’T LOOK AT ME. KEEP WALKING.’ So we can definitely add ‘shrill’ to my list of unattractive attributes you never want your boyfriend or his friends to know you possess.

So this is a formal apology to Ethan. I’m not a complete dog. You just caught me at a bad moment.

Wow talk about emotional rollercoaster, this diet is sending my hormones haywire! Fun times!

‘Mingy tea’ here I come.