Fuck.

Double fuck. With cherry on top.
Yes, it's lovely when they remember your birthday at work. Yes, it's delightful when they want to celebrate it with you. But why, oh, why do they have to do it with a chocolate cake? A fat-free yoghurt would do just fine.
I'm going to need an extra punishing workout tomorrow. And a liquid fast until the evening.
Good thing the picnic on Saturday's canceled. We're going to do some sightseeing in Hampton Court instead. Sightseeing = walking = burning calories. I'm always up for burning calories. Plus, I'm going to do a water and green tea fast. If the girls ask too many questions, I'll just tell them I'm too hungover to eat. That always sounds better than "Sorry, can't eat today, otherwise my arse is going to become the size of a double-decker bus".
It's going to be a long weekend.
Oh, and BTW, Monday's liquid, too. Boyfriend's at work, I'm off and plan to do some shopping and meet my sister. For a coffee. No muffin.