He goes out with friends, a few drinks and a bite to eat,
he skips the starter, going straight for the steak and then picks at the dessert.
He has a lovely evening, always good to catch up.
At the office, it’s Tony’s birthday, and the
home-made lemon drizzle cake is out of this world,
washed down with Earl Grey tea served in a China cup and saucer.
On Saturday morning he goes along to his meeting,
the group leader peers down at the scales reading,
and the pound that he has gained.
Have you had a bad week? She asks.
No, he says with a smile,
I’ve actually had a lovely time.
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A tough choice for some.
Not me.
Good write T.
Thanks, Orchi, appreciated.
This meeting, Tom? Eaters Anonymous?? LOL
Everything in moderation works for me Tom.
Andy
My mother always says everything in moderation, my father says, moderation is okay in small doses! 🙂
Oh, don't get me started. 🙄
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