Let them eat cake: Hay Girl and the March Challenge

Have survived FebFast bloodied but unbowed. This is stupendous news. From this, have come to two life changing conclusions:

1. Am not alcoholic as originally suspected by friends, family and coworkers alike.

2. DO have discipline of steel and not that of 5-year-old as has been alleged by many individuals in aforementioned groups.

Very reassuring. Makes me think very big scheme, like could win Nobel Peace Prize or possibly even become US President. Or both, just like Barack Obama, except for minor detail that my nationality makes this combo impossible. Darn.

Does make me think, however, should set new challenge for self. So for the month of March have made (the very spontaneous) decision to ban consumption of (to employ a fabulously outdated term) sweeties.

Basic perimeters are as follows - lollies, chocolates, gateaux (that’s cake), ice cream and biccies are off the HayMenu.  As well as hot chocolate, milkshakes and mocha. And no more controversial cupcakes for me. Tear (mixed with a little relief at the later. Too much pressure).

And the fine print? There are various  ‘get out of jail free’ cards – if am invited to High Tea I may have my cake and eat it also. If someone throws me a Mad Hatter’s Tea Party in honor of forthcoming film (hint, hint), I may graciously acquiesce. Or if am invited to dine with Queen or some prominent world figure, I may also politely indulge (as I said, discovery of willpower has had overwhelming side effect of delusions of grandeur).

Let them eat cake? Not for March. But a Bombay Sapphire (muddled lime and tonic water) will do very nicely in the meantime.

Watch this space, now sugar free.

HG.

Colour, cupcakes and crazies: Want to go to Mad Tea Party very, very much.

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