This time it's serious

Update:
- weight loss this week: 4 pounds
- weight loss to date: 9 pounds
- weight still to lose: 3 stone

I have *gulp* signed up with a personal trainer. I have booked and paid for 10 sessions. I am terrified. She seems really nice although I'm sure that when it comes to training she'll turn into a rotweiller with bared teeth and scary shouty voice...I have heard stories, you know...

First actual training appointment is on Friday morning at 6.45am! That's actually crazy as I'm on holiday at the moment and it involves getting up at 5am to get to the gym on time. Still, the amount of money it's costing should motivate me to get my fat bum out of bed and on to the cross-trainer.

Second appointment with bridal dressmaker is on Saturday when I get to try on the toile (sample made in white fabric). I've lost half a stone since I was last there.

Hello *cough* - it's me, Brunette. Hello?

Ok ok. I hold my hand up and say that I'm totally rubbish and so much for resurecting my 'much neglected blog' in January.

I'm here because I need help. I need LOTS of help. I've had a very up and down year including redundancies, lost houses, bad jobs, new jobs and not much rest. However, a couple of months ago, just before my 32nd birthday, the wonderful MrBrunette got down on one (shaky drunken) knee just by Hyde Park Corner and asked me to marry him! As you'll have guessed from the revised blog title, I said yes and we are getting married next year.

Thankfully, I've always wanted to get married in December, and because this December was too soon, we've settled on next December. The church is booked, we have found and booked a reception venue, and I've decided on my colour scheme. So far so good.

Here's the rub: I'm fat. Portly. Rotund. Cuddly. Overweight. Obese even. Call it what you will, I need to lose weight, and a fair bit of it. I have more or less always been overweight apart from a brief flirtation with not-eating in my early teens. And I've always pretty much not liked being fat, but this is the first time I've ever felt properly motivated to do something about it (mainly bought on by fear after going to see a dressmaker last weekend!). Mild fear since getting engaged has resulted in an 8 pound weight loss but I'd love to lose another 3 stone before the wedding.

So, you can expect updates on weight loss, inch loss, gym attendance etc over the next year or so. Making it public should hopefully help me to stay on the straight and narrow. Watch this space.....

A sheepish new year

Um. Hello.

The boyf was mucking around on my pc this afternoon and stumbled across my blog in my favourites...imagine my shame when I realised I hadn't posted anything on it for six months.

I can assure you I'm hanging my head in shame as I write. I knew that touch typing qualification would come in useful sometime...

Anyway. Here I am. I am alive if not quite kicking. And I'm hoping to be back more often this year.

Happy New Year to anyone who might be out there

I am a true technophobe

Me. On holiday somewhere nicer than here.

Finally, after what feels like an entire afternoon of struggle, I think I am about to manage to post a photo of myself on my blog....

holds breath

How the hell does one post links to their blog?

I take back everything I said about technophobes like me being able to use this thing! Um. And this isn't sparkly.

Note to self: must try harder

inaugural message

blimey. even a technophobe like me can manage this!

back with sparkly newsroundup later on

xxx