Yesterday I went to Marks and Spencer, because I have the fashion sense of a rather elderly woman (just check out my "inspector gadget" mac as my friends call it).
Having located the perfect pair or corduroy trousers and using the circle of mirrors in the changing room to check out how my bum looked in them (amazing, thank you for asking) I made the mistake of lifting up my jumper.
To reveal...
To my horror...
The muffin top to end all muffin tops; a bakers dozen if you will.
But they fit perfectly everywhere else! The bum... it was amazing!
So the diet has begun, I shall be living mainly on porridge, because I make a darn good porridge (that looks and tastes like nothing any self respecting Scot would recognise).
I have spent today toasting my nuts and seeds, browning my porridge oats, chopping my apricots and dates all to live in a massive jar labelled "muesli" a few scoops of that fruity, nutty, mix also lives in a large jam jar accompanied by significantly more oats and oat bran of differing coarseness which can be loosely called porridge.
Hey it's still probably healthier than cocopops and at least it's not any of that pre sweetened porridge stuff *eurgh* dried fruit should be healthier than that... right?
