Diet another day

Had a fun and food packed weekend. Had my first Friday night curry in 12 years. Pigged out on garlic naan bread, dahl and the most amazing chicken curry. All washed down with a few beers. Saturday evening, we ate Greek style. Not very authentic or very nice. But heavy food. Had a bit of a shock when I got on the scales this morning... I am carrying 2kgs (approx 4lbs) extra weight since Friday morning.

When I was younger, I used to be able to skip a meal and lose 3kgs (approx 6lbs) immediately, now I only have to smell a pizza and I inhale weight. My metabolism works at the speed of a three-legged tortoise.

I work really hard to stay slim. I wish I could be one of those women who can eat 10 burgers a day and not add an ounce but I'm not. I also yearn to flounce a size 20 figure with confidence and flair. But I could never get to love a fuller-figured me. So, I live this constant battle with food. A battle which gets harder as the years pass.

So, today, I plodded around the track like a suet pudding. I wore my hair shirt and repeated like a mantra...run, fatty, run until I had completed my 25 laps. Rational? No. Masochistic? Completely. But I've lived to diet another day. Well done me....