After a fun-filled weekend I am sat in the office this Monday coming to the realisation that I probably ate far too much this weekend. I'm day dreaming at my desk, reliving the enormous thai curry on Friday night, all day breakfast at Saturday lunch and the massive cheese board we managed to demolish that evening, in aid of a 'Cheese and Wine' party - oh dear. One comment in particular resonated in my cheese-fuelled dreams that night when a friend said, "it's funny, cheese is basically butter, you'd never eat slabs of butter off the back of a knife" Oh god that's true! But it tastes so good, so it must be legit? I had a cracker or two as well, and a grape...healthy.
It's not a disaster. My boring same-old weekday lunches will bring me back to par (until next weekend). But the number of cabbage soup, bikini diets and pre-holiday detoxes circulating amongst the female contigent in my office is starting to unnerve me. I'm not going on a beach holiday this summer (yet) so I don't have to feel guilty about opting out of all of these crazy food fads! The justification makes us all happy doesn't it? Don't deny yourself the cake, just eat it and talk about it for an hour afterwards - that'll burn off 500 calories. Or eat the 'low fat' version - now that's definately ok.