So have you all recovered from the most miserable day of the year? I have, although I must say it was brief. My misery returned with a vengeance yesterday when my son was poorly, both of our cars had to go the garage, and the cat was sick on our bedroom carpet. Well I think it was sick. It could quite possibly have been something else, but whatever it was, it left a nasty stain......

However at least my day was going better than a group of weight--tchers in Sweden. They went for their weekly weigh-in and actually broke the floor. Really. Now I have never gone down the Weight Watchers route, although I do know people who swear by it. For me the notion of someone else weighing me is just too humiliating. It used to happen when I was pregnant and that was bad enough, but at least I had an excuse.

But unless there is a medical reason why someone else has to weigh me, it will never happen. I won’t even let my husband see me on the scales for two very good reasons. (a) I am never going to tell him what I actually weigh and (b) I’m so busy contorting myself into excruciating shapes in the hope it will save a pound, he would laugh – a lot.

However I am proud to say I have never broken a floor before, so that is good. And whenever I’m having a bad day, I simply think of the Swedish crew and suddenly life is good. Incidentally having moaned about not running on the roads, guess what? I went for a run last night and here’s a shocker, I actually enjoyed it! I only did a couple of miles. I had to run down to the garage to collect one of the poorly cars, now there’s an irony. But although I am never going to be Paula Radcliffe, I really, really wanted to do it again. In fact I felt like I could have bounded on for hours.

It felt really good to be out on a chilly night, remembering all those training runs for the London Marathon. It didn’t, I hasten to add, make me want to do the marathon again. But it did make me realise I had forgotten how much I enjoy it. But then that's the thing about running. One day you love it and your body feels great. The next day you hate it because you feel about 305. Well now I am back on the bike, so to speak, I am going for a run in the park tomorrow. Watch this space. I will probably loathe it. So be afraid. Be very afraid. I am so back.

And before I head off well done Elena Baltacha on getting through to the third round at the Aussie Open. She beat the world number 32 Kateryna Bondarenko in straight sets this morning. But because the flipping draw has been so unkind, her next opponent? Dinara Safina. That is so not fair. It always seems to happen when the Brits play well. But then Elena is playing so well, who knows. But good effort and well dones all round. Toodle pip.

Tags: WeightWatchers, London Marathon, Paula Radcliffe, Elena Baltacha, Dinara Safina,

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