Virgin Redhead

No weight today. Not at home and forgot yesterday morning but we'll just guess that I'm about the same! Certainly nothing remarkable has happened, that I can guarantee!





This week's title 'Virgin Redhead' is not referring to me! It's the name of the breakfast cocktail I'm enjoying right now (see picture) in the Virgin Atlantic First Class Lounge! Please don't think I'm boasting.... But of course I am! Who wouldn't? First Class. Super excited. I need to write this quickly as I'm booked a complimentary facial at 7.30am. 

Don't bother burgling the house when I'm away - I've hidden all the gin (yes, you! You know who you are). The house is full. I've been trying to work out the hierarchy. Son will be in charge (until daughter deigns to appear) with the cats next. My poor mum will do as she's asked and just sit quietly enjoying the view (and her books - of which she will read about 12 in 2 weeks, and I kid you not) then bottom of the pack will be my gorgeous dog who will be ecstatic that so many people are around to lick! Or bite if you are after my gin!

Anyhow, my week in food. Not great I have to say. I've been so very down (in spite of my up and coming holiday). I'm hating the way I look. I feel so very ugly. (Lol and no you don't need to contradict me, but thanks for your kind thoughts). It's very frustrating when it is so very much within my control - no, scrap that. I have no control at all! But it is within my remit, and no one can help. 

I noticed this week that when my boss (slim) brought in mini chocolate cake pieces all the slim members of staff ignored them. They were eaten by me (doh 'course - I had about 4!) And the other, let's say, cuddlier members of the team. The thing is I don't think the skinnies made a conscious effort not to eat them - they really seemed non plussed!! Yet us larger ones couldn't wait to tackle the box and fight our way to the bottom of the tub. What is it that makes us different? Greed? Genes? Greed? Hunger? Greed?

Well 12 months after starting this blog, I weigh the same! Total rubbish. But I'll never been defeated God damn it!!!

I'll cut my cake into four pieces, I don't think I could manage eight!