Two Meals is Still Too Much

For a person who gets up every morning and weighs myself, does not eat white flour or sugar being in London is hard. Add to the hardship that I have lived here twice before for a total of over six years so I have some favorite foods that are best in Britain. Multiply the situation by the fact that the most fabulous breakfast is included in our hotel plan with full fat English yogurt and bright yellow yoked eggs all hard to resist, especially since I have already paid for it.

Then there is the problem of Afternoon tea. Tea is without a doubt the best meal ever invented and purely sinful and chocked with both flour and sugar, but so irresistible. To try and counteract the bad choices I may make on days like today when Carter and I are going to the theatre we are only eating breakfast and Afternoon tea, but even those two meals are equivalent to three days of eating back home. There is no way around it, I know I will pay dearly for this holiday, but oh, it is worth it.

I am not saying that all my choices have been bad. Last night Carter and I met my old colleague Paul for dinner and I had a prawn, crab and endive salad for dinner. When we went to Wagamamas, my very favorite noodle house where Russ and I used to eat every week, I had a salad and not my favorite Chili Ramen. But I also have had a bite of Carter’s fish and chips and all the food memories of living here come back.

One thing about a holiday is you need to cut yourself some slack without totally falling off the wagon, you just don’t want to be dragged behind it too far. So
two more days of less than perfect then locked in the dungeon of lettuce and chicken for me. I’m actually looking forward to my no choice cereal breakfast at home.