I'd like to think the competition for a blog entry title to rival "Picnic at Overhanging Flab" is hotting up, but judging by my latest effort (above), sadly it isn't.
This afternoon, for the first time since the regime began, not counting the odd tablespoonful of peanut butter (crunchy), which after all is good for you, and the slice of office birthday cake I was forced to eat last week, and the half bottle of champagne on Sunday after the races, and the canapes at a client event, and... er.... anyway for the first time since March 1 I gave in to what can only be described as a primeval urge and went downstairs for a large, hot fruit scone with butter and jam.
Oh, the shame.
What I really want to know is: where is Fatfighter3 in all of this?
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