Showing posts with label Fat club. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fat club. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Talking about fatclub....

The first week went well but I'm afraid the wheels came off after that. It's not entirely my fault, of course, late meetings where snacks are provided are designed to test a saint's resolve (and I'm definitely no saint)
But I thought I had it under control...
The weekend-before-last we went down to the midlands, to a friend's farm (www.farsidefarm.co.za) for a mini-break. The boys played golf, I caught up with my girlfriends and it was going to be a low-calorie weekend.
Hah!
I forgot these girls go big in the entertainment department. First off was the "What dessert should we have?" discussion


Followed by the "you do the salads" hand off (quite neatly done, I thought - they know I don't do dessert)
Followed by a delicious lunch at the Coach House with two bottles of champagne for the 4 of us. Chicken, bacon and leek pie for me, salads for the others...
 But of course it didn't end there. There was a "braai" - not the kind of braai you and I have, you understand, I mean the table setting alone....
 See what I mean? For a braai?

And of course there was red wine. And a superb dessert involving meringue, cream, strawberries and a few other calorie-free ingredients.

And so I'm dreading fat club tonight.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

The first rule of fat club...

So my grandmother has lost a whole lot of weight by going to the local Weight Watchers club and following all the rules quite religiously.
I was so impressed that I said I'd go with her. It was either a fit of madness or an alcoholic haze, and there was definitely delicious food present at the time. Either way, I'm carrying a few more kilos than is absolutely necessary to get through winter, especially since we don't live in a country that has no sun in winter.
She sent me directions by sms, ending off  "sms me if you get bewildered" - cheeky old bat.

Within 5 minutes she'd introduced me to everyone there (all women, one man snuck in late, weighed in, and scuttled out before anyone could talk to him) and we'd organised a pink drinks night for next week (half price cocktails before 6pm)
It's strictly research, you understand, we will selflessly evaluate the points of all cocktails so that bars can add that information on the menu - because we're thoughtful that way.