Yesterday I felt incredibly sick of watching my food, counting my points and all the rest of the palaver.
So I gave myself an evening off and Mark and I went out for dinner.
Whitebait entrees of course - fritter for him, flash fried for me.
I then had a rib-eye steak. It came with an ENORMOUS serving of fries, of which I ate less than a dozen. The rest of the plate was occupied by a piece of beef the size of Jerry Collins' bicep. I managed to eat less than half.
We then shared a platter of scrumptious petit fours, of which not a skerrick was left on the plate.
Felt good. No trouble being back on track today.
Jerry Collins is the All Blacks' blindside flanker. The man is pure muscle and the toughest man in world rugby. Bar none.