I went cycling around Chipping campden yesterday. I found it such a struggle. Being short and unfit is a bad combination. I barely got a chance to rest, unlike the taller, fitter people, so i was exhausted by the end of it.

There were some good parts, when i was cycling through some vey pretty villages (Broad Campden), but it really reminded me that i need to get fit. So i'm back on the diet (almost. had a bit of a drop yesterday, but i figured that i after the pain i went through a Sainsburys spag bol wasn't going to break me).

I even weighed myself, and it was as i expected. No, i'm not going to publish it. I agree with SW in that no-one but yourself needs to know how much you weigh, but everyone can celebrate how much you lose. It'll be tougher this time, i cannot make those classes at the gym, but i'm going to try an bike every weekend. Not a whole day, a couple of hours, something realistic.

I am feeling down though, so it's hard not to succumb and go and buy chocolate. But so far i am strong. Ok, so i have eaten a couple of laughing cow lights (within the plan), but i really wanted to have beans with cheese for lunch. I don't like a cold lunch during the winter, but there are not facilities for heating up my own food...

Beans and tuna maybe?

My hobbit name is Lila Grubb of Little Delving. Not sure about the Grubb part, but i like Lila.

I manage to sell two books on ebay, only to bid on another one. Damn. I have decided that i really do not want my Pern books anymore. I have sold red star rising, and i am going to sell the dreadful Masterharper. I am trying to get Paul hooked on them, but he looks at them from a male perspective, so i don't think he will quite understand why i can no longer read them. He also couldn't get into Neil Gaiman, which is a pity.

Not altogether unsurprising though. Neil requires something more from the reader than your average book does...

Why is it that everyone i know seems to be pairing off...

I am lonely, but people who have no trouble finding boyfriends/girlfriends can't understand it. It isn't natural to be celibate in your 20's. I should be out having fun...

I meet nice blokes, but they take one look at my size and run a mile... and don't tell me that it isn't worth it. There aren't exactly many people i know who are fat and have someone. Those who do are very lucky.

I know i should be happy for my friends who meet partners, but it seems like i make friends then they find someone and go off with them and then i have to make more friends...

I am in tears because the necklace that mum bought me for Christmas now has only the chain left. The chain caught on my cardigan and when unhooked it i found that the pendant had gone. It might have gone yesterday when i was out biking. I am having ap anic attack