I've had loads of words of encouragement today from female friends & colleagues.

The general consensus is that Chris will struggle to maintain his healthy lifestyle, especially on match days (he can't go to Anfield without downing a few pints & several pies) and with his birthday looming, we'll have to make sure that there are plenty of cakes in the office.

My desk has been overtaken by Snack-a-Jacks & Ryvita crackers, I've even brought a mini fridge into work to store my salads and 'very light' Philidelphia!

I'm hating being on a diet already and I'm really missing chocolate but I'm the most competitive person ever (my nickname is Monica) so I know I'll have the determination to whoop his fat, hairy butt.

If you read Chris' blog, you'll see that he claims to have cycled 25km last night...WHATEVER!

The only time Chris would cycle that far would be if he was promised that the following would happen: He would soon be being chauffered home by Bob Dylan, after watching Liverpool win the treble again, whilst his dream woman was at home cooking chicken in blackbean sauce for him - Whilst on his way home, his mobile would ring and it would be the MD telling him that fag breaks have been re-introduced at work.

DREAM ON CHRIS!