New Year's Eve

So this evening G and I are going to ring in the new year with the friend of G's and his wife. I hate new year's eve and normally G and I spend it at home with a home cooked meal and a good bottle of wine. But this year we decided to accept the invitation and be with actual 3 dimensional people so off we will go. And thanks to it being London we will be paying a cool 50 quid for the pleasure of getting there and back in a cab. Fricking highway robbery.



G and I were talking this morning about what we achieved this year - I got down to 61kg (oh sweet memories), I moved in with G, we got engaged, had a big trip to NZ and had some other great holidays too. In addition I began a new job which has meant a lot more money but also a lot more stress. But all in all I think I'm up on last year.



So what will 2008 bring? Mainly I'm just really excited to be able to say 'we are getting married next year' and actually feel like its going to happen. Of course, I am also determined to get down to 55kg or more importantly, a size 10. I'm almost looking forward to the challenge.



So for the last few days I have been on the anti-diet which basically means eating the world until I can't anymore because I'll be on the diet. Yup, right there is my problem I think you'll find. Before I start a diet I'll eat all my favourite foods that I won't be able to eat when I go on a diet - the infamous last meal. I know it's not just me because I have read it in other blogs. But safety in numbers doesn't make it any less unhealthy.

So tonight I'm wearing my staple wardrobe - the ever slimming all black. Black top (non fitting around the hips and tummy), black A-line skirt (a size 14 but only because the waistband is up around my ribs and not on my hips where I'm sure it supposed to be), black suede knee high boots (bought from Duo which specialises in fat-girl boots, god bless them). I'll be seeing people I haven't seen in a few months and I am already imagining what they're going to be thinking - god how FAT did SHE get?? I don't blame them - if it were them I would certainly be thinking it myself.

But this time next year, I'll be wearing something WAY cuter and sexier and those very same people will be thinking god how THIN did SHE get?? Either that or 'there goes queen of the yo-yo dieters'. Either would work for me.

Well, happy new year to all. May your chardonnay be ever more oaky.