OK so today was my first time in 3 weeks that I went upstairs to our gym.  God what a nightmare that was.  You see I'm not supposed to do any aerobics, cardio work stuff like that .  So I'm like ok fine then I'll use the stationary bike and do upper body work instead of my usual running and weight routine.  Obviously this isn't going to work either.  By the end of an hours exercise my foot was throbbing, you see I think I'm automatically clenching my foot when I'm on the bike AND doing the weights.  Also it was embarrassing having everyone staring, hello never seen anyone with a broken toe before? Christ even celebrity Famske Janssen kept giving me sympathy smiles...aaargh I hate that!!

Excuse me while I belch, I've just wolfed down leftover chinese from last night, haven't eaten all day and was absolutely famished.

So after my disastrous workout I hobbled down to the post office which was packed with about 15 people waiting online to what was only 2 people helping and 5 other empty cubicles...so annoying.  Also some old woman pushed past most of us to get to the Fed Ex packages.  This you have to do but she could of at least said excuse me, instead she rambled past us.  On her way back, still rambling past us she very nearly stepped on my foot.  Now I am a decent person and all but if that old cow would of actually stepped on my foot then the decency would of gone through my body and out the bottom of my foot as I kick her fat old arse across the friggin street.

So I've just come from The Beach salon after having my nails done and my eyebrows waxed.  I've never had my eyebrows waxed before and it seems quite unlikely that I will volunteer to do it again.  It really really hurt, more so than the bikini or leg wax.  I know it seems bizarre but it does!!  Helen did a very good job and they do look especially fabulous but still rather tender and stingy.  I hope this redness goes down as I look pretty stupid right now.

I also happened to come across a certain friend of mine in The Beach, coming from the private rooms below which I know only conduct waxes of some sort.  This person is a he and I'm a fascinated as to know what he was in there for?  I mean I have seen men getting their legs waxed before but they were either cyclists or transvestites.  This guy is definitely neither of those things so it does leave me kinda curious.  I'll be seeing him soon over drinks so maybe I'll pluck up the cheeky courage to ask him.

So even after 7 days of eating well, in small amounts and healthy choices, I'm still 146lbs.  This is very irritating and depressing, however I can't help but think that if I'd of weighed myself last week, directly after my return then I may well of been 152lbs or something.  This small (not necessarily true) detail is stopping me from losing it completely.

OK I'm off to visit my neighbor Beth and her brand new baby daughter Charlotte Liberty.  Don't you think that is a fantastic name, I love it....