I have been on a boring diet for nearly three months now. All the way through Hubs has moaned about his enforced lack of puddings and the preponderance of lean chicken breast in our dinners while treating himself to whipped cream on his caramel macciato and Greggs sausage rolls at lunchtime.
Before abandoning the diet for the Easter weekend I weighed myself and I’d lost 10 pounds. A bit more would have been nice but I thought that’s not too bad. That was until hubs decided to jump on the scales, laughing about his work lunches and chocolate bars, and he’d lost 19 pounds. Seriously, men, humpf!