Diary entry: 21st January
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So. Christa's piece in the Telegraph. Not exactly as I would have wished - for a start she didn't put a link to the weblog nor did she mention Hannah. Then there was a typo which put my weight at 6 stone 11 (despite the headline of "...when I hit 5 stone...") - as H said, if that was the case, we (and the hospice) would be laughing. Still, you can't control the press and it could have been worse. We've had a response already - interest from BBC radio and Grazia magazine (I'll probably pass on the former and do the latter) not to mention several new sponsors.
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I got myself into a silly tizz this morning, partly over the article and partly over B. I woke up in the middle of the night panicking that he could be lying in a pool of blood in the flat. How would I know? So stomach had gone into turmoil and I had to spurn Hannah's request to take her over to Bicester when there is nothing I would have liked to do more. She must think I'm a really ungrateful, self-centred cow. And she'd probably be right. I need to make the most of this time - weigh-day tomorrow and I'm anticipating a decent hike-up. I've made real headway this week and can feel and see the improvement. Getting bloody sick of cheese sandwiches though.
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