So, the time has come. Again. I'm not going to go on about this here but it had to be said if only to remind me. No longer can I continue to roll up to work with my Sainsbury's breakfast savory thingy, lunch on a calorie-laden sandwich from Eat and then go home to wine and pasta or takeaway. It was all well and good while it lasted, but now I'm back where I was a month before my trip to Oz, feeling a bit sorry for myself and not fitting into my jeans properly. Going back to blonde didn't make me feel much better, despite what I thought. I'm still fat.

So I'm setting the 'target' at fitting into my cocktail dress by my birthday on August 4th. It's always been tight but I just about squeezed into it in February after a month of tee-total 'fun', so two months of cutting down, going to the gym and cutting back on the vino should be child's play. I would promise myself something a bit more exciting than a dress I already own, but right now I can't promise myself anything that costs actual money because I need to save for The Big Move.

Ah yes, The Big Move. With Emma moving out of Geek Central (officially) on 10th July, the remaining geeks (me and Kevin) have decided to bugger off too when our contract ends in October. In the interim we'll also be paying her share of the rent, which will help me to discover whether I can really afford a place of my own. I have my eye on a one bed flat in Crystal Palace. Not exactly central London, but in the same part of London as a lot of friends, and in a place I wouldn't mind going out on the weekend / in the evening. Also, did I mention it's cheap?