I’m off the wagon. Yes, again. How boring is that? Eff me. Fat Fighters has been using all these PR-savvy slang for this time of the year : Awesome August, Winter Challenge etc. I plan on writing them a letter to see if they’d consider changing it to Asshole August, or Wankers In Winter… even Britney Bingefest to team with the theme… what a c*bomb of a month.
All I can say is. I’m over it. I don’t know how to stop myself binging. And I’m on holidays for 16 days where I am going to be cutting loose. God, help me.
You all have permission to give me a swift kick up the rump upon arrival in Sydney airport on August 24 where I will no doubt be 10 kilos heavier.
I have never felt so Marjorie Dawes.
Oooooh, I love a bit of cake. Oooooh, cake. Oooooh, cake. Cake. Cake. Cake. Cake. I’m just one of these people. I come home and I need a piece of cake. (Not to mention Hazelnut Magnums, Smarties, Doritoes… sorry, just listing my current post-dinner snacks… gah!)
PS: Marjorie Dawes: Now crisps are high in fat, but they’re also low in protein and low in fibre. See, it’s not all bad!
Love always, Marjorie No. 2. xx
