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to raise a child.’
    Also, to get a celebrity ready for the red carpet.
    Actually, there is a nice woman I have seen opposite who seems to have children – though ‘nice’ is perhaps the wrong word. She is wildly bohemian, with mane of black hair topped off with things that would be more at home in a garden centre or pet shop than on a head. Whole thing might look strange were it not for her equally outlandish dark bohemian beauty. Have seen her along with other people coming and going: children, teenagers – nannies? mannies? lovers? – a ruggedly handsome man who may be a husband, or a visiting artist, and, from time to time, a baby. Maybe she has kids the same age?
    Feeling more jolly now. Tomorrow will be better.
    Thursday 31 May 2012
    175lb
    Yayy! Have lost 4lbs since last week! Am back to weight at start of diet. Though nurse says loss is not really fat but ‘other things’. Also says I need to start e.g. cycling instead of sitting on my arse all day.
    Thursday 7 June 2012
    171lb
    10 a.m. Have embraced the bike-borrowing scheme of our eccentric (i.e. sensible) mayor, Boris Johnson – bought Boris Bike key, and borrowed Boris Bike and everything! Suddenly feel part of coolbicycling London: whole world of carefree young people eschewing cars and being lean and green! Am going to cycle to Obesity Clinic.
    10.30 a.m. Just returned, traumatized from bike ride. Completely terrifying. Kept feeling had forgotten to put seat belt on, and getting off whenever a car came. Maybe will go on canal towpath.
    11.30 a.m. Just back from canal ride on bike. Went really well until someone threw an egg at me from a bridge. Or maybe it was a bird which went into sudden early labour. Will clean off egg, not do Boris Bikes any more and go to Obesity Clinic on bus. At least will be alive and clean when sitting on arse instead of dead and covered in egg.
    Thursday 14 June 2012
    167lb!
    Keep repeatedly taking off clothes and getting on scales, then taking off watch, bracelet, etc. and staring delightedly at dial. Just makes me want to do diet more.
    Wednesday 20 June 2012
    1 p.m. Have just been to gym – which is good, though hideous, obviously. Also what is the law which says that when changing room is empty except for one other person, their locker will always be the one directly above yours?
    Now am going to got back on Twitter and find people.
    1.30 p.m.
    < @DalaiLama Just as a snake sheds its skin, so we must shed our past again and again.>
    You see? The Dalai Lama and I are one cyber-mind. I am shedding my fat like a snake.
    Wednesday 27 June 2012
    9.30 a.m. Have started my Hedda Gabbler screenplay. Is really very relevant because it is about a girl living in Norway – which I am going to translate to Queen’s Park – who decides ‘her dancing days are over’ and nobody lovely is going to actually marry her, so goes for someone boring – like grabbing the last seat when the music stops in musical chairs. Maybe I will also make her lose loads of weight and get millions of Twitter followers.
    10 a.m. Maybe not. Twitter followers 0.
    Thursday 28 June 2012
    159lb, pounds lost 16!
    OMG. Have lost 16 lbs! The strange thing is, where hundreds and hundreds of diets over the years have failed or lasted five days, this one is actually . . .

    . . . working! It is something about going every week and being weighed and having my fat-to-muscle ratio measured, and knowing I can’t cheat and tell myself am on the Hay Diet when I want a baked potato and the Weightwatchers diet when I want a Mars bar. Also just found I can fit into dress I had before I was pregnant (though admittedly tent-shaped) and that has whipped me into a frenzy of optimism.
    Thursday 12 July 2012
    155lb, pounds lost 20, pages of screenplay written 10, Twitter followers 0.
    9.15 p.m. Oh God, I’m so lonely. Right. Am going to really get going on Twitter.
    9.20 p.m. Dalai Lama has 2 million followers and yet he follows no one. That is right. A god cannot follow others.