Last night I attended a pot luck dinner (so 90′s of us, I know) with a bunch of amazing friends that I don’t see often enough. At first I was struck with the “WTF am I going to take that’s Dukan friendly?”. I ended up making rosemary meatballs (delish!!). But while catching up with these hilarious boys and girls and listening to their latest life updates – one gem was the travelling prosthetic ass to Samoa – I found myself nibbling on a piece of banana and honey loaf, and a teeny square of feijoa Louise cake. Both beautifully baked, but of course not Dukan friendly at all. I felt so bad afterwards and guzzled down a cup of Chai tea to make myself feel better.
Post 90′s pot luck fun, we were all heading out to our cars when we noticed this dazzling certificate on my windscreen.
It even has the right date on it!! Of course we all burst into hysterics on the driveway. Why didn’t they knock on the door and say something?? Seriously, those people must own a tank if they could not fit past my car.
To end on a high note, this morning I weighed myself again, I’m back in the 70′s! YEAH BABY.