Moving is and isn’t good for the body. Yes, I’m hauling boxes all day and being very physically active. But yes, I’m also eating pizza, ready made meals and endless slices of bread and cheese because there is no way that anyone with any small sense of reason can cook in a kitchen that is as upside-down as mine. And this evening my wonderful French fiance went and bought me a bottle of champagne (not sparkling wine, champagne!!!), and if that isn’t an ideal way to wind down after a day of moving mania, I don’t know what is.

I haven’t gotten on the scale because, as you might have gathered, it’s in a cardboard box. I’ve been at 135 for over a month now. I don’t expect much change. I think that if I want to progress from here, and lose the rest of the baby fat that I have always carried with me, I will have to make significant dietary and exercise changes. And right now, with a little baby, the move and everything else that’s going on, that’s just not on the cards.

My fiance Max has also launched his big project Myows – an online copyright management app. He’s worked his butt off for the last year and a half and it finally launched less than 48 hours ago. The feedback is awesome so far. So these are exciting times, to say the least.

I’m turning in for an early night. All this champagne has my eyelids drooping! And tomorrow there are more boxes, boxes, boxes. Let’s just hope that my dreams tonight are not swathed in cardboard and newspaper!