I am on day two of a diet called the 'dump your unwanted confectionary at work diet' in which low-cal employees bring in all their left-over chocolate from Christmas, and boxed Easter Eggs that they are afraid to tackle alone, into the office and leave it for the rest of us (ie me) to eat. So I sit and nurse my stupid crispbread with low fat stupid cottage cheese on it and drink my coffee with Sweet 'n Low and then swallow half a tin of Celebrations.
What a daft name for a box of mini Mars and Snickers Bars - what's so ruddy celebratory about being fat?
