On Tuesday, I had a good week at Weight Watchers, but that wasn't the best thing about the day. The best thing about the day was meeting a man I've known since 2001, for the first time. Apparently, he'd had this trip planned for a year, and not let on a jot, the asshole. :)… Continue reading In Which I Finally Meet My Friend James
So, The Fat Girl's Guide To Running has set up us the bomb challenge (sentence structure intentional): One Big FAT Run. It takes place this Sunday (29th September), so you've plenty of time to pledge your involvement. When I mentioned that I was walking a 5k to my Dad, he said that he'd go out… Continue reading In Which Fatso And Her Dad Take A Wee Walk
I swear, I've been trying to get Mum and Dad to take me to Strathclyde Park for about two years now (always in summer, because who wants to go to the beach [well, it's sort of a beach... kind of.] in winter? In Scotland, anyway) and it's damned near impossible to get them both off on the same day, and both wanting to leave the house.