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only am I thin, but I no longer want to smoke or glug wine.'

'Are you in love?' asked Tom in a suspicious, jealous tone. He's always like
this. It's not that he wants to be with me, because, obviously, he is a homosexual.
But if you are single the last thing you want is your best friend forming a
functional relationship with somebody else. I racked my brains, then stopped,

shocked by a sudden, stunning realization. I am not in love with Daniel anymore.
I am free.

Tuesday 25 April

8st 7, alcohol units 0 (excellent), cigarettes 0 (v.v.g.), calories 995 (continuing
good work).

Humph. Went to Jude's party tonight in tight little black dress to show off figure
feeling v. full of myself.

'God, are you all right?' asked Jude when I walked in. 'You look really tired.'

'I'm fine,' I said, crestfallen. 'I've lost seven pounds. What's the matter?'

'Nothing. No, I just thought . . .'

'What? What?'

'Maybe you've lost it a bit quickly off your . . . face,' she trailed off, looking at