Oh well, it was bound to happen and, with the week of junk food I’ve had, I deserve it. I’ve been eating things that I wasn’t enjoying whilst eating them and I really should have slammed the brakes on earlier in the week.
I do not know what has happened to me this week; I seem to have sunk into a depression that I cannot get myself out of. I just want to hibernate in bed and eat crap food…the crap food has been eaten, but the hibernation hasn’t been achieved as I have to get up each
It’s official; the longstanding relationship I’ve had with KFC is officially over! After a rather fraught week, during which my other half’s Nana passed away, Slimming World has gone out of the window and has been replaced by white bread batches filled with pork and stuffing and bacon, sausage, egg and tomato, along with crisps,
Amazing…just after I’d finished my last blog, my other half found the following article: http://gizmodo.com/5962321/tips-from-professional-eaters-on-maximizing-your-thanksgiving-meal?utm_source=Gizmodo+Newsletter&utm_campaign=ebccd2f853-UA-142218-3&utm_medium=email I can’t believe how many people there are out there that would contribute to such an inane article! I did have a chuckle whilst reading it, but how silly?! I was also amazed that these guys weren’t the size of
Can be found on Sky channel 262…it’s such an awesome channel – Food Network! I have watched this for some time now; Adam Richman on Man vs Food and Americas Best Sandwich, and Guy Fieri on Diners, Drive Ins and Dives, but I came to the conclusion whilst watching the other day that this is
I am! I lick the lids of yogurts when I peel them off, same with chocolate mousse lids…anything that has remnants of food on it! I’m also a rim licker (turn your dirty mind button off now please! For those of you who are wondering why I’ve said this, please don’t ask – Google it!).
It’s that time of the year again, and I love it. Okay, so I loathe it a little bit too! If it wasn’t for stollen bites then I might not have the little bit of podge that sticks out more than the rest of the podge just above my belly button, and if it wasn’t
…I’d be in handcuffs now being carted off to the local police station! I’ve just been shouted at by a charming lady who was passing my car in hers…”F#cking fat b1tch.” Now this really stings for a number of reasons: 1. I may be fat, but I’m not a b1tch. I’m quite a nice person
I know it’s very wrong, but today I wanted to jump out of the car and hit a boy over the head with the French baguette he was carrying and then run away with it and eat it – the baguette, not the boy that is! There were a few flaws in my plan, namely