...with trying to lose weight is - obviously - the number of distractions that living a life involving anything other than sitting locked in your room offers. For me having friends seem to equate to gross calorific intake, as last night when we went out with Ellen and Will to Bar de Marche. BDM is a sort of unofficial French embassy and your monkey of a correspondent surrendered cheesily to:
- Pate, with toast.
- Bread - with butter
- Steak. With frites.
- Creme Brulee, which Ellen ordered but then decided she didn't want.
For crying out loud I now eat other peoples left overs!