Have not lost one bloody pound. Am roughly size of Luciano Pavarotti, only without singing voice and bad dye job.

Have been ill most of new year, but have also been terrifically LAZY. Have done crunches, weight lifting, thigh-buttocks exercise, yet not for more than two nights in a row. Would much rather sit in front of telly, eating: sure way of being Pavarotti twice over.

MUST BE DISCIPLINED. Must not eat. Must exercise. Shall walk EVERY DAY. Not tonight, as is late and feel exhausted from watching Olympics on telly. Shall start tomorrow. Shall be thin and gorgeous by year's end and therefore good match for several very attr. young men on various nations' teams. Shall then cheer him on while not in world's eye, winning love through devotion. Shall work out with handsome athlete and be motivated. Shall sweat alongside, which he shall find v. attr. and therefore attack me sexually, which shall be more enjoyable workout & much nicer way to get sweaty. ♥