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Mirror, mirror...

Now, few will ever have heard me complain about my role as editor of a food and drink magazine – and all the wining and dining it inevitably entails. Until now, that is. In anticipation of the opportunity to disrobe on an Italian beach later this summer, I decided to take a long hard look in the mirror – then promptly wished I hadn’t. A Baywatch babe I ain’t.

Aha, but all is not lost. Thanks to my new clean, lean eating plan, you should all be seeing a lot less of me in a few weeks’ time. I’ve swapped wine for green tea (paid my first ever visit to Coffee Republic this week and felt very grown up) chips for grilled chicken and pudding for pumpkin seeds.

So the reason you’ll be seeing a lot less of me is that a) I’ve ordered the pounds to start dropping off immediately and b) I’m trying to avoid the temptation of long, lazy business lunches.

Yes, for the foreseeable future, I shall be endeavouring to remain deskbound while working on my bingo wings with the aid of a couple of cans of beans.

However, if the thought of my incarceration is more than you can bear, please feel free to drag me by the hair to the nearest gym and force feed me sunflower seeds.

I’m determined to make this work – or at least until England’s first World Cup match, which hubby and I have been invited to view at the home of a notoriously big boozer, and one who insists that all his guests match him pint for pint.

Now I have no intention of falling off the wagon, but fear that I may be forcibly wrenched from it with all the might of several booze-addled football fans…

Watch this space.




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