Sunday 25th January

128 lbs. (exhausted from hiking up enormous mountain size of Everest), alcohol units 0, cigarettes 0, calories 1000 (mostly trail mix), number of pants ruined 1

I really love Mark. Or else I would not have dragged myself to hike with him. He is very fit and enjoyed going up oversized rock. I dragged myself along, pretending to love the scenery and not to mind that I am in great need to sit down with glass of wine and Pride and Prejudice. Will definitely start going to the gym when this is over.

Stumbled on rock and fell on bottom scratching at new hiking pants. Mark saw me, laughed and helped me up.

"All right, Bridget?" he asked.

Explained that although he might be quite fit and like other people such as Michael Phelps, but some people are not born to be mountaineers. Also told him of really bad mountain climbing accidents in which lungs might burst when oxygen supply gets short or if accidentally fall off.

After I finished, Mark said, "Bridget, you don't need to worry. We're not at high enough altitude for your lungs to burst and you can't fall off as we are not climbing a vertical slope. This is a hiking trail. There are many people who have hiked here before, including me."

Finally reached the top where there was a café. Mark bought us both smoothies and then we came down the mountain in the cable car.

Felt better once we got back to my flat. Ordered pizza and poured us both some chardonnay.

Tuesday 26th, January

128 lbs. (mountain hiking seemed to have no effect on weight)

8 a.m. Up at the crack of dawn for work today. See, this is how I am to live life from now on. Early to bed and early to rise makes someone good and wealthy with something-err, don't remember the rest of it. Brushed teeth and looked for suitable panties to wear. Ah, yes, have no suitable panties so must wear scary pants. Every time I wear nice panties, I don't get shagged, yet every time I wear these scary pants I seem to. V. bizarre.

9 a.m. Work. Wow, looked at the clock a few times to make sure I am not dreaming. Yes, Bridget Jones is at work at the crack of dawn.

10 a.m. Am sorting through billions of advertisements. Margaret didn't even notice my earliness today, just dumped a pile of ads on my desk and snapped, "Get these organized before noon, we're to print out by tomorrow."

10:30 a.m. Lots of advertisements on Valentine's Day. Hmm…wonder if Mark will be planning anything special. Last year's ski mini-break was lovely, although I had the misfortune of not knowing how to ski.

Saturday 30th, January

5 p.m. My flat. Today was absolutely exhausting. Went shopping with Magda for perfect dress to wear to Natasha's wedding. Vow to never be looked down by her snobbish, upturned nose. But then again, now that I have Mark, I have no reason to be jealous.

We hunted through about 30 stores browsing for perfect gowns and every time I found one I like, there seemed to be a problem with it. Magda says I should not wear black to a wedding for tradition, but then, black is what makes people look skinny. I protested, but Madga insisted that I pick another color.

Finally, she picked out a turquoise v-neck, A-line skirt which included a corset. She says it will allow me lose ten pounds instantly. Reminded her of the last incident in which I had to take ten minutes to take the dress off and put the dress on and had unfortunate crosses on my skin afterwards. She asked me if I wanted to look fabulous or not. So finally, tried on the dress with Madga pulling on the corset strings and me nearly suffocating. Then we both looked into the mirror and although I could hardly breathe, I did look ten pounds lighter. Purchased dress and brought it home.

7 p.m. Mark Darcy has not stopped by flat ever since the hiking mini-break. Do not know what has happened between us. Perhaps he decided that I was extremely embarrassing to be around or that I may be insane.

7:10 p.m. Perhaps he has gone off to buy early Valentine's Day surprise!

7:30 p.m. What should I give Mark Darcy for Valentine's Day? After the gorgeous mini-break he gave me last year, surely I could do something lovely in return. Something better than some chocolate.

7:40 p.m. Thinking with glass of chardonnay and cigarette.

7:55 p.m. Yes, got it! Will prepare nice, Valentine breakfast in bed for Mark and then take him out for arranged carriage ride, ending up in the park where we will go for romantic stroll and then present him with gift of cologne and boxers. Hope all will go well.