Mad About the Boy (Bridget Jones 3)
9.15 p.m. In spite of – or perhaps proving – nurse’s lecture (‘it takes three days to create a habit and three weeks to break it’), just want to eat cake and cheese again, and go back next week and impress everyone even more.
9.30 p.m. Just called Tom, grated cheese falling out of my mouth, and explained the whole thing.
‘Nooo! Don’t start trying to out-relapse obese people!’ he said. ‘What about Twitter? Have you followed your followers? Follow Talitha.’
9.45 p.m. Tom just tweeted me Talitha’s Twitter address.
9.50 p.m. @Talithaluckybitch has 146,000 followers. Hate Talitha. Hate Twitter. Feel like eating cheese again, or Talitha.
9.52 p.m. Just tweeted Tom:
10.00 p.m. Talitha tweeted back.
Friday 10 August 2012
Twitter followers 75, then 102, then 57, then probably none, by now.
7.15 a.m. 75 followers have myst
eriously, silently appeared overnight.
9.15 p.m. 102 now. Feel overwhelmed by responsibility: like am leader of a cult and they will all jump into a lake or something if I tell them to. Maybe will have glass of wine.
9.30 pm. Must clearly show leadership and address followers.
9.45 p.m
Thursday 16 August 2012
137lb, pages of screenplay written 45, Twitter followers 97.
4.30 p.m. Twitter followers have surged back and multiplied, rather like Pinocchio’s broomstick. Is clearly sign or portent. Weight is coming off again, have finished Act Two of screenplay, well sort of, and just had sighting of bohemian neighbour.
Was trying to park car. This is impossible in our street as is narrow, curved and cars park on both sides. Had just reversed in and out of space fourteen times, then resorted to Braille Parking, i.e. forcing car into space by bumping cars in front and behind. Braille Parking is fine in our street because everyone does it, then every so often a delivery lorry charges through, scraping everyone, someone takes its number and we all get our dents done on the insurance.
‘Mummeee!’ said Billy. ‘There’s someone in the car you bumped.’
The bohemian neighbour was sitting in the front seat, yelling at the kids in the back. I knew we were kindred spirits. She climbed out of the car, followed by her two dark, wild-looking children. They looked the same age as Billy and Mabel: older boy, younger girl! Then the bohemian neighbour looked at her bumper, grinned at me, and disappeared into her house.
We have initiated contact! We are on the friendship road! As long as she does not behave like the spambot.
Thursday 23 August 2012
135lb, pounds lost 40 (unbelievable), dress sizes dropped 3.
Historic and joyful day. Have not got fat anything. Obesity Clinic says have now got down to healthy weight and should go on ‘Maintenance’ and losing more weight is only for aesthetic reasons and not because they think I need it!
And to prove it, I just went to H&M again and I am a 10!
I have written half of screenplay and at least ascertained that have neighbour with children the same age, I have 79 twitter followers and am part of hooked-in generation of social-media people, and I AM A SIZE 10. You see! Maybe am not completely rubbish.
Monday 27 August 2012
Acts of screenplay written 2.25, Twitter followers 87.
Mabel is so funny. She was sitting staring ahead in an eerie manner.
‘What are you doing?’ said Billy, brown eyes looking at her intently, slightly amused. Mark Darcy. Mark Darcy recreated in child form.