Personally, sweetheart, I like food.
Actually, I absolutely bloody love it. To me, there is nothing better than an oh-so-calorific chocolate fondant cake with a large scoop of lard-ilicious vanilla ice cream. On occasions I might follow with a generous portion of ‘normal’ fat cheddar cheese plonked on a heavenly Hovis cracker. Blasphemy, yet it’s my idea of fabulous. I could even go as far as to say that food is one of the main highlights of my life.
However, like most young girls of my age group, I too desperately want to be thin. Somehow, I never ever manage to do anything about this dream of mine. Don’t get me wrong, I have used severe brainpower to divert my eyes away from the pasta selection on a fancy restaurant’s menu and opted for a healthy salad in my life time. And of course, a low calorie weight watchers chocolate mousse or two have graced the shelves of my fridge from time to time. All of this leads me to admit that none of these ‘trying' yet silly attempts have ever got me anywhere.
What if there is an element of truth in skinny Kate’s motto? Maybe thinking in such a way is in fact the only way?
Darling, oh have I tried. The occasion to put Kate's words to the test fell on a Friday night. The decision had been made - salade nicoise, vodka tonic please. Fat coke fat coke fat coke, no, tonic will do. Funnily enough my unwilling boyfriend ended up eating his own meal as well as mine whilst I ordered myself a pizza for replacement. Miss Moss, please, how do you do it?