It is very difficult sticking to my diet at the moment, because a new person has arrived in the office - Jo. She's here to cover for P, who is on maternity leave. Jo is a very lovely, friendly woman, with a habit of saying 'It must be chocolate time!' at about 11 a.m. (and at 3.30 p.m.), pulling out a floral cake-tin, and handing round huge wedges of sticky, gooey chocolate fudge brownies that she has made herself.
Jo should be HUGE, but she isn't - just sort of comfortably upholstered, with a very fresh, pink skin, and that glossy hair that people who over-indulge tend to get. (The benefits of being a little overweight are great hair, fewer lines, and attractive tits. I'm not quite sure if this really makes up for a muffin-top stomach and being unable to fit into your jeans or skirts.)
Still, at least all her home-baking has stopped me feeling sick, the way I did after Glenn's breakfast. Jo says she'll bring in her special recipe macaroons tomorrow.
So that's two things to look forward to: I'm seeing Michael again tonight.
