It’s January. It’s cold. It’s a bloody stupid time to start a diet. No one will have any idea of how fat (or otherwise) I am because I am wearing so many clothes.
That’s why I don’t feel at all guilty about my food intake today. It looks like this:
- One pot of ambrosia creamed rice pudding
- One belgian bun from the bakers (NB minus the cherry they stick on top. Not because I’m concerned about the 10 calories that’s worth, just because I hate those cherries. They are not cherries. They are the devil’s work).
- Two giant white chocolate chip cookies from Sainburys
I am now considering my dinner options. The leftover chocolate pudding versus the salad.
It’s going to be a close run race… but as a former betting shop manager I’ve approached this scientifically.
I’ve studied the form…
My money’s on the chocolate pudding by a short head.
Image credit Bad Housewife
on Jan 17th, 2010 at 4:05 pm
“Not because I’m concerned about the 10 calories that’s worth, just because I hate those cherries. They are not cherries. They are the devil’s work).”
Agreed. And Mummy, you look fantabulous without needing to diet, sweetie! Still hitting aerobics with the Grannies? xx