Hello again,

Well, it's Wednesday – and that means weigh in day. It's not been a bad week, especially compared to last week's lacklustre effort when I actually out on weight without any good excuse... it's that will power thing again!

Fingers crossed I'm back on track.

The wonder of diets these days is that they all seem to be about what you can eat, not what you can't eat as in the distant days of the 1980s. Back then, remembering my parents' dieting efforts, there was a big focus on cottage cheese and I could never see the attraction in the lumpy tasteless curd. Still can't for that matter.

This week I've tucked into perfectly permitted, and thoroughly delicious, dishes of steak and chips (well oven-cooked potato wedges), a roast chicken dinner (plate piled high with vegetables and low with potatoes), and millionaires shortbread...

Now that last one's a bit of a miracle. Many of us claim a weakness for savouries, or sweets and biscuits, or chocolate, or a glass or two/three/four/bottle of wine a night. Personally, in the right mood (a bad one?!) I could quite happily go for all of the above in one sitting, as they all curry equal favour.

But how on earth does buttery shortbread, creamy caramel and real chocolate make it into a diet plan? Well, it's a WeightWatchers' product and it's very small. Probably much the same calorie content proportionally as a standard one, but much smaller.

One does do the trick in staing a sweet craving, but as I often struggle to eat all the Points I'm "prescribed" pass the biscuit tin and I'll have another - after all, it's what the diet orders!!!

(PS – off out for a meal with my visiting Dad tonight, how will temptation lure me on a Wicked Wednesday?)