Not as smart as I'd like to think

Well you have to question the point in having a blog if you're not going to put anything on it?

I have been waiting for something exciting to happen to add - however in doing so, have discovered that I am, perhaps, expecting too much of my life.

I could tell you about my trip to Ikea and bluelake, or lakewater or whatever that damn shopping centre is called, but I just don't know if you could take the dizzy heights of my shopping trip excitement. Having said that though - I did find some proper cocktail glasses for upcoming cocktail party.

Honestly, proper parties are more organisation than I thought. Mind you, the quest for party invite perfection and house decoration perfection and cocktail menu perfection doesn't help. And in all honesty, is arguably unnecessary. I mean, they're only coming to get drunk and make a mess after all.

But listen, far more important than all that preparation is the quest to get thin for said party. Why, as host, have I made the decision to have a frocks and suits party when I don't even like getting frocked up. And more importantly, when I most certainly don't have the body for frockage.

Another poor life decision. As, I suspect is the packet of minstrels I have chosen to munch my way through whilst writing - when above mentioned Thin Body Quest is taking place.

So, to diet/exercise regime planning. I have been reading about goal-setting. Now, I need to lose a stone and I need to lose it quick. Time to put this goal-setting lark into action methinks. Apparently, my goals should be "SMART":

Specific
Measurable
Attainable
Realistic
Tangible

they say. But before I can decide on all those SMART things, I am having trouble deciding on what name to give the whole procedure:
Operation One Stone?
Challenge One Stone?
A Stone Away?
A Stone Less?
Throw off That Stone?
Hmmm... think it's all getting too american sounding. What would Nancy Drew call it? The Case of the Missing Stone... perhaps not - the whole problem is that the stone is NOT missing. Therefore, maintaining the Nancy Drew theme, I think I shall settle on (imagine a drum roll if you please...)

The Mystery of the Extra Stone

So then, these SMART things.

Specific - yep - got that one - need to lose a stone before getting frocked up.
Measurable - yep - a stone and a month.
Attainable - erm... can I wait a month before I tell you?
Realistic - ah, hummm... never previously, no - but I remain optimistic.
Tangible - ummm... unless you count how comparably flabby my belly and thighs feel, I don't think so. Damnit - foiled at the last hurdle. However re-thinking is not an option - because now I've written all this down, so sod it, my goal is just going to have to be a SMAR one.

God, I haven't half blabbed on - and I only meant to put something on here so it wasn't so empty and now I have bored myself half to death wiht all this - never mind what any poor sod who has to read it might be thinking now.

Ok, I know when I've outstayed my welcome. I'll leave.
But I'll be back - just you wait...