A single girl in a showbiz world

Wednesday 4 Feburary
Got up at 645 and made it to the gym. Did a super fast, sweaty 30mins on treadmill to get the blood flowing. It may have got my blood flowing abit too fast as I lost my temper with a fitness instructor.
Somebody came up to me to talk about persona training (bescially trying to sell me personal training) and I lost it and told him to leave me alone. BUT he woud me up, he was like "I'm adam, whats your name' - what a lame speech. I said i didnt want to tell him my name.
What really annoyed me was he caught up with me later in my session, saying i was rude and then saying his pitch again. Soooo annoying.
Anyway, apart from that everything has gone super smothly.
I managwed to get my high heels re-heeled before work, got some breakfast, read the papers, thought about stories
AND then told my editor I wanted to resign.
My ego is hurt becuase she didnt beg me to stay or anything.
But I dont care if it means I can leave. (With a pay-off)
The ball is in the editor's court...

Tuesday 3 February
Woke up with a massive headache, (combo of choc and resignation stress). So downed some nurofen and complemented them with a ryvita (figured it may help the blood sugar) and set off for the gym.
Thankfully it was opened as i needed one hour to myself before the big R.
Afterwards, i showered and changed and put on a power dress - black dress, snakeskin belt and super tall snakeskin heels with minxy ear-earings.
And as I was walking in, I got the bombshell. We didnt need to be in the office because of the snow.
Obviously I was near the office because my gym is near the office so I turned up.
I vaguely hoped the overall editor would still make it in and I could hand in my R. The editor wasnt...
Got brownie points and looked super keen for coming in (although that want my intention)
I didnt even do that much work. I made it look like i did by appearing super keen to get a line on Lily Allen.
But really i was sorting out a free dress for the BAFTAs and make-up session and hair-cut. And organising the BBC presenter Tom Deacon's birthday. And eating free chocolates sent to the travel desk for a feature they were writing.
In my defense I had a healthy lunch of salad and rice from the sushi place, but I ruined it in the evening.
I promised Firgas id make her a chocolate cake as a belated birthday present and the plan was to make LOTS yesterday and share them between her and the BBC presenter. But I didntmake enough...
So I went to Tesco and bought a bog standard sponge for 83p and some cooks chocolate. When I got home I melted the choc (and licked the bowl lots) and iced the cake to make it look home made. I even lifted up the two halves with a spatula and stuck some of my own icing in the middle.
I was meant to meet the fasion designer that evening, but he cancelled again, so i gave myself time off. Got a mini 200ml bottle of wine and decided to TREAT myself with smoked salmon and salad. And then I had one of the gingerbread hearts plus a cupcake that I didnt give the BBC guy. Bliss but I felt quite piggy!
Watched another pisode of Jonathan Creek and got to bed at about 10pm, setting my alarm for 645am so i could get to the gym in the morning and burn off more chocolate bingeing!
Two things to do tomorrow
(1) Eat less chocolate (v important)
(2) Hand in resignation (also quite important)
And if i was to find a hot man, preferably rich, that'd be good too.

Monday 2 February
I couldnt do anything today - by the time I woke up at 730am lots more snow had fallen (about 6inches) and running was impossible.
But instead of going back to bed, I had some cornflakes (I didnt need the carbs for running but it was cold) And then started work.
First on my to do list was thinking about resigning. My paper said voluntary redunancy might be an option, so I wrote down a little speech.
Then I did some laundry and hoovering and tidied my bathroom.
I got my swimming stuff ready and ploughed through the snow in my UGG boots to the local swimmimg pool. (Need to do some exercise with marathon training)
THE pool was closed an i was so angry. Walking to the pool was a bit of exercise, but I needed more. So i walked a bit further to Primark. Fighting the crowds in Primark is heartbeat-racing stuff. Ended up with 2 nice belts, a dress and a pink and silver checked jacket and it was only £28. I LOVE primark.
Battled my way back home, had a healthy lunch of fish and vegetables 9athough followed with something chocolatey for pudding) and then did some work on my own book - more research stuff about finding my own voice / synopsis.
Was vaguely in touch with Firgas - we were meant to go to a spa for a pamper party at 5pm but the event got cancelled. The therapists couldnt make it in because of the snow. Madness!
F told me she was on the roof of her office thrwoing snowballs at the nearby office where her ex boyfriend works, and it was making her feel a lot better. I would love to do the same but I think I am scared of going anywhere near my ex-boyfriends places in case they see me and we have to make small talk. I am not in touch with any of my ex's, especially the one I have a restraining order against.
But talking of men - nme man emailed saying it has been ages and he misses me. (Amazing but no kiss in the email)
We had a brief conversation about work and tv appearances but I left the conversation mid-way to make some cakes for the BBC show I do, as it was the presenters birthday. I did mean to email back NME man but I completely forgot (I think that is a good sign - shows i am getting over him)
The cakes were delcious but i ate some of the mixture as i was making it. Then I had to try one after to make sure it was ok.
Spent a hellish 30mins in a queue at asda for icing because no check out people were working because of the snow. And the only way i could find coloured cake icing was in a packet of decorate yourself gingerbread hearts. After i made the icing (and licked a bit of the bowl) I had a gingerbread heart with some chocolate icing and then had some salt and vinegar popcorn to get rid of the sugar rush. (didnt work)
Got back to my computer again to email the BBC some ideas for the TV show tomorrow and then called my mum to rehearse my resignantion speech. My poor mum - she thinks i am cracking up. (Which i probably am)
Went to bed feeling very hyperactive from all the choclate with my resignation speech echoing around my head.

Sunday 1 February
Got organised today as the stupid fashion designer whose book I am helping to write couldnt meet me. Its so his loss!
Started the day with a long lie-in - much needed. Got up about 11am, went for an hours run around the park and then got back and bought the papers and a big box of Kellogs Cornflakes. With all the running, I have to keep the carbs up!
After my breakfast / lunch of cornflakes and fruit, my mission was to spend three hours writing my own stuff. And I did it.
Started by researching creative writing courses coz i need some writing confidence.
Then i had a break and ended up going to tesco to buy some rice krispie cakes (its still carns, I'm allowed)
Finished course resarch and then opened up lots of my favourite boks to 'find my voice'. Read through and discarded lots and am now pretty sure that i will write my fiction project first person present tense to keep it 'pacey'.
Had a healthy tea of fish and salad and ate it as snow started falling over London. Read the magazine supplements of the paper as I was eating, listening to the chart show on the radio. Bliss!
Then I chilled out even more by watching an episode of Jonathan Creek on UKTV Gold. That lasted one hour and 20mins, in which I sat down and did nothing. Havent done THAT for ages.
And then I was in bed about 10pm as planned to brave the elements and get up at 730 am the next morning for a RUN. Bring on the marathon....