I kissed a boy

..and I liked it. A few small details - he's 27, GORGEOUS, but lives in my home town, which is in Scotland. Dammit. I've stalked him via Facebook, obviously. I know a few of his friends, but there are enough degrees of separation for it not to be too awkward. He's already suggested coming to London to see me, which I think would be fun.

Otherwise I had a great weekend seeing my family and friends. I bought a Primark outfit to go out in as my size 16 dress that I'd stupidly packed was far too big. So I bought £5 black leggings (size 10), a £7 black top (size 12) and a £2 belt. Credit crunch chic! Everyone commented on how skinny I am looking. YEY!

Update: Upon further stalking, I discovered he is 25. Eek. Too young I fear. Shit.

Niiiice.

I've just done an hour of quite hard-core exercise and I am sweating like a pig. If I can do an hour a day, with 16 days to go till my holiday, then that should shift a few pounds. I also should avoid alcohol. I have definitely been cutting down lately, having one or two glasses before switching to diet coke.

When payday comes (on Tuesday) here are all the things I am going to buy:
nice sturdy luggage (as opposed to my usual Matalan specials that fall apart)
new underwear (matching sets)
The Hummingbird Bakery cookbook (yum)
lots and lots of great books to take on holiday.