I've let the side down

I blame the football. I consumed approximately 2 million calories last night between 4pm and 10pm. I am too embarrassed to write exactly what I ate, but it may have been made up of Stella Artois, olives, elk sausage (yes really), pork chops, frazzles, pate, bruschetta, potato salad, gooseberry fool, biscuits, watercress, sushi. Bloody football. And I blame Martin for 'getting a few nibbles in for the game'.

Although I felt thinner on Friday, now I am just as fat as I was when I started.

The weekend was very bad all round, although there were two notable successes. On Friday night we went out for dinner and had mezze in a Moroccan restaurant. We made healthy choices and had things like chickpeas and broad beans and tabbouleh. On Saturday I was travelling and had a half hour wait to change trains at Bristol Temple Meads. They have installed a pasty shop there! And the smell of hot, cooking pasties really made me want one. I was hungry and a bit hungover, so a pasty would have been ideal. But I walked straight past and had miso soup at the sushi shop instead.

It was a bad, bad weekend. I must try very hard this week.