The big news of the day is that according to my recently purchased bathroom scales (an item I said I'd never buy on principle - so it's official, I have no principles) I've now lost 9lbs since Christmas, which according to my calculations, means that if I continue losing weight at this rate, by the end of the year I'll be seven stone. Woo-hoo!

On the downside, Lisa tells me that you can't give blood if you're seven stone. And I may have to check into some kind of clinic. But who cares, I'll be thin.

My motivating factor in this fine achievement has undoubtedly been my decision to compete directly with Lizzie Bardsley, former Wife Swap babe, and someone whom the Daily Mail website recently referred to as "this big mouthed, asthmatic smoker breeding at the expense of taxpayers".

But I'm sure she's lovely when you get to know her.

Anyhoo, she's been doing annoyingly well on Celebrity Fit Club this month, but I've remained hot on her heels over the past few weeks, and I think I can take her.

Lizzie and I are the same age and a similar weight (as long as I continue to limit my consumption of Laughing Cow bagels), which led Lisa to comment last night:

"So now you know what you'd look like if you were a woman."



And we so nearly made it to Valentine's Day...