The Food Confessional

Posted by Anna

I was a bit more organised for today’s get-together and brought my own cottage cheese. I’d decided not to arrive feeling hungry and risk “grazing”, so had my main meal at lunchtime before leaving — this proved a good tactic. The hosts supplied food which was served at 6pm and I was pleased to discover their cheese and tomato pizza was only 342 cals per 1/3 serving. That together with the cottage cheese proved not to be very filling, so by 10pm this evening, I was peckish again. I’ve just bought some half-fat Red Leicester and thought I’d try it at 80 cals per 30g — it tasted good and hit the spot! :-)

Posted by Sylvia

Theoretically I said I would take weekends off – but today was the first day I felt hungry and I suspected I’d make a real pig of myself without any controls. Also, my boyfriends diet doesn’t allow for weekends off (it has a low carb component so he needs to stay in ketosis) and it seems a bit mean to be living it up while he’s struggling to stay on the diet.

Also, I have a macaroon hidden in the cigarette drawer and I wanted to see if I could possibly justify eating it.

Late night addition of 8g dark chocolate – 40 calories. A shame really as that takes me over the 1,500 mark!

Posted by Sylvia

I made this Korean soup for lunch but I made it with chard (of course). I had a leftover grilled hamburger from the other day so I broke that up and just fried it very briefly with the garlic and onion, so I was able to use less oil. On the other hand, I upped the calories by using chicken broth instead of water. My version worked out at about 350 calories for a really big portion, which I ate for lunch with left-overs that I had as a starter at dinner time.

I spent half the day in bed so I have to admit there was no real temptation to eat more. I am feeling a bit better today though (and hungry!)

Posted by Anna

Thursday
Drove to Devon for my mum’s 80th birthday, taking Emma and her boyfriend. I had to borrow David’s little Peugeot as my car’s a 2-seater. Getting up at 5:30am, I ate a yoghurt before I left, and had a snack on the way. We arrived mid-morning, but didn’t tuck into the extensive buffet that my sister put together (she’s in catering so it looked very professional), until 1:30pm. She’d made the birthday cake — a huge delicious-looking home-made passion cake with cream-cheese and whipped cream icing that everyone said was amazing! I didn’t eat much, saving myself for the formal dinner that evening, but found it hard not to ‘graze’ in the afternoon (indulging in a few doritos and cashew nuts). At the dinner, I passed up the starter. The main course was a choice of chicken in a cream sauce or roast beef, so I went for the latter, with veggies. Desserts were a choice of toffee icecream, strawberry pavlova or profiteroles. I decided to indulge. I thought it would be sickly, but the choux bun was light, the whipped cream filling didn’t seem to have sugar with it, and the chocolate sauce wasn’t the ganache I expected, but rather a very light and runny milk chocolate sauce that looked and tasted like slightly thickened hot chocolate!

Friday
Staying in a hotel, I had the accompanying breakfast, although stuck to the continental, rather than cooked. We left at 1pm without eating, as none of us were hungry. The journey home up the M5/M4 through Friday afternoon traffic was horrendous and took 5 hours (not including stops). We did a whistle-stop visit (half an hour!) at a retail outlet at Swindon getting there at 3:30pm and had something to eat, but because it was late, there wasn’t much of a selection to choose from. When I dropped off Emma at nearly 7pm, I was so exhausted by the arduous stop-start drive (my legs and knees were aching, leaving me wishing David’s car was an automatic with cruise control!) that I had to rest before I could continue the last mile in my own car home! I had no appetite so just had a snack and had to go to bed at 10pm!