So when I start whining about being tubby, he usually offers bags and bags of silent support, in fact he's got so good at it he can even be supportive whilst never once taking his hand off the TV remote or his eyes off the screen. It's a veritable art form! So imagine my surprise when this time he paused the rugby mid game, swivelled his head in my direction and said, "You better get on to fat fighters then, as I want to book a week in Fiji at the end of September."
Talk about a double take... I almost put my neck out. I was so surprised that I nearly didn't finish my Crunchie (if I had said carrot stick you'd know I was lying)
Anyway, anyway....'Fiji' I squawked, 'Fiji!'
Apparently we are all going for a week of sun, sea and
So Bula Baby! Operation Fiji... the mighty slim down, starts now (well as soon as I've finished the amond Magnum I've got hidden under the peas in the freezer anyway.)