Well it sucked. More than ever. Note to self, don't A) leave your fatty bar at home then B) go hang with someone having lunch who is eating fish and chips.
Really, I am just asking for trouble.
Yesterday I had my fatty thunder stolen. We were in a section meeting, catered no less by myself and a colleague (who kindly bought it all so I would not have to suffer the indignity of purchasing the delish that I could not myself eat), when the subject of this here medication starvation came up. One of my c0-workers, a delightful girl, said I looked less fatty in the face (she said it more nicely than that obviously).
I was chuffed, and did that little head wobble you do when people look at you in a pleased manner.
Then my Director spoke up. 'Oh yeah, I've lost weight too.'
The heads turned to him.
'I've dropped 13 kilos on my diet and am two kilos off my ideal body weight.'
(cue drawn in breath of amazement and clapping).
He beamed, quite rightly, for he has stuck to a normal diet and exercise plan and got his weight/intake to acceptable levels.
But he stole my fatty thunder. My precious, antique fatty thunder. Fatty thunder only has a limited lifespan - it's gone so quickly.
BRING BACK MY FATTY THUNDER!