Its holiday eve. My bags are packed and I'm on a count down at work. Just half an hour to go till I run from the office clicking my heels in the air with joy. This time tomorrow I'll be in Vietnam!
Ordinarily I would be well prepared for a beach holiday. I would have lost that last half stone and be looking forward to prancing round in a bikini (almost), or at the very least I would feel comfortable in one. I'm unsure as to whats gone wrong on this occasion, but Leonard [my pet name for my ever present midriff area, which I picked up from my friend Laura who has nicknames for EVERYTHING. This is a whole other blog topic entirely] is large. Rather than making a last ditch attempt to shrink Leonard, I seem to have ignored him. Leonard who?
This has not been helped by Office Treats. Something common in offices across the globe I should imagine, but I've never seen anything like it until I moved to my new team a few weeks ago. Having enjoyed everything from crisps to chocolate eclairs in the past week, I came in this morning to a tower - A TOWER - of hot cross buns! And just incase that wasn't enough, there was a whole block of butter and a knife next to the tower. Very considerate.
I've already planned a post-holiday-pre-bridesmaid diet for when I get back - and I've packed a book on The New Atkins Diet to read on the beach! Which I shall read with a cocktail in one hand, and a happy Leonard full of noodles. I hope.
Back in 3 weeks, happy Easter!
