Sunday Weigh In: Week 5
|That is a large burger|
I have been to America. I have eaten great food, I have eaten massive food. We bought Twinkies – the Devil’s own snack cake – just to see what they were like. Perhaps more significantly, we stayed with a family who make great home brew, run a pub called 99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall (guess what they serve) and went to a couple of wine tastings. Therefore, I have not been holding out great hope for any sort of weight loss today, but have been rather dreading seeing the wages of my sin.
Weirdly, it’s turned out not all bad – one of the unpredicted benefits of jetlag over the last two days has been the fact that we’ve been too tired to shop for groceries or cook, so we’ve had one potluck freezer paella and that’s all we’ve eaten since breakfast on the plane (a croissant) on the way into Heathrow at about 11am on Friday. And I certainly haven’t been bothered to drink any booze so that’s more than 48 hours respite I’ve given my liver already.
Let us move swiftly on to the scores on the doors then….