Mr Tits Pervert....

Spoiler: Not a post relating to a breast boggling boy

I wear enormous, stomach sucking in pants. I don't mean occasionally, or on special occasions; I wear them day in day out. Bridget Jones has got nothing on me. I estimate that I have spent about £150 on my throng of tummy suckers. I entice men in with my svelte, streamlined (PAH) figure, and then I roll those bad boys down and I'm like a wibbly wobbly jelly woman. I suppose it is a bit deceitful of me, but everyone tells little white lies don't they.

Not quite what I look like in them

Early Christmas

The last year and a half I have been living the single high life and have been having so much fun just going out with the girls, dating a little bit, being a little bit of a hussy. But what people forget to mention when they talk about loving single life is the horror/comedy stories that come from dating.

Last night was a prime example. After watching New Zealand give Wales an awfully good smashing at the Millennium Stadium me and my housemate got well and truly smashed ourselves in Walkabout and Live Lounge and I bumped into an old friend in fancy dress. Santa fancy dress to be exact, exactly a month too early!

I'm a bit of a weirdo but show me a hot Santa and I will pounce... maybe I need to see a psychiatrist or maybe I just like the colour red and a full white beard. Saturday was no exception and the old friend came home with me. But me being me it didn't all go to plan and this hot Santa ended up spending the night hanging off the side of my bed with his head in a bucket. I must have looked more repulsive than I thought. His walk of shame/fame the next morning in his full Santa suit was interesting to say the least.

Oh well, another story added to the list. If you're lucky I might fill you in with some of the even more embarrassing anecdotes, of which there have already been many, and I'm sure there are even more to come because, as much as I'd like it, I don't think I'm likely to find a nice man to settle down with any time soon.

I'm not a celebrity, get me in there NOW!

I could cope quite easily with the bean and rice diet if I could creep on this all day long!

Perv

And in the red corner, weighing in at...

Well I'm not telling you that; its a ladies prerogative, but....

I lost 4.5lbs this week!!!

Even after the Chili Con Carnage that took place last Friday, I stepped onto those scales feeling confident knowing, that even with that mound of chili in my belly, I'd worked hard this week running the 10k on Sunday; swimming 50 lengths on Monday; running 3 miles yesterday. I'm turning into an exercise junkie. I'm sat here typing this with sopping wet hair after a nice swim to celebrate losing 6lbs altogether now.

Worried I'm going to become one of those sad women who go on a diet and that's all I can talk about so I'm going to keep this short.... but I'm giving myself a big pat on the back!

Back again....

The point of this blog was so that I could look back at all the stupid things I wrote and decide on whether my life needed a good shake up or not....

Well so much for that! How do I expect to read back over things that I haven't written.

My ideal first date.... 

It was only as I was walking around IKEA (unfortunately not at all like the scene from 500 Days of Summer, as I was accompanied by my girlfriends and not a man who is besotted with me) that I realised how quickly I am getting old. I was looking at things like BATHROOM BLOODY CABINETS and commenting on the benefits of drawers compared to open shelves.

How did this happen? If I had kept up with writing this blog I would probably be able to tell the exact moment I got old.

So from now on I will be boring anyone who reads this so that in the future I can look back and think "I was 23 and I was complaining about being OLD?!"

Chilli Con Carnage

Movember 10K

 So just to fill in anyone who's interested: I'm still single, still working in the same place, still living in the "Valleys" as MTV would call it, and still trying to be happy minus the fatty. Progress on that will follow, but I will give you an idea of how its going; I ate a mountain of chilli con carne last week for Children in Need but then completed a 10K run in Cardiff on Sunday. So hopefully the two have cancelled each other out and the weighing scales will be kind to me on Thursday when I have my weekly Weight Watchers meeting. Keep your fingers crossed for me please.