Weigh in this morning and all the treats have caught up with me. Two blasted pounds on! It. It seems like it’s always one step forwards two steps back with me and I’m hurtling towards twelve stone again. Why does this have to be so hard? It almost feels as if two stone is as much as my body wants to lose and as soon as I get below it…
The leakproofness experiment turned out to be a disaster too. It began well. I filled my little pot with fruit salad and put it in my bag along with a spoon and my chicken salad sandwich. So far, so good. After that I popped it all in my backpack and set off for the walk to work.
When I got to floor seven and opened my bag everything was covered in sticky fruit juice and the pot was dry as a bone. Oh dear. Time for a rethink on the fruit pot then. Still, the food was still edible and the bag, sticky as it was, could be washed out, it needed a good clear out anyway.
In the canteen at lunchtime, as I queued up to get my card scanned to pay for my latte I asked Carla, the scanner girl why they didn’t sell fruit.
“We have apples and bananas,” she said.
“They’re boring though,” I told her. “What about pots of fruit salad, fresh stuff? I’m sure people would buy it, half the women here are on diets after all. Skinny milk in the latte machine would be good too.”
“I’ll ask the chef about it,” she said. Hmm, I’ll take that as a no then.