Last Wednesday one of my fellow office monkeys left for pastures new, and to commemorate the fact we decamped en masse to the Buffet Star for lunch. This is Liverpool’s biggest and (probably) best all-you-can-eat Chinese/Thai experience.
For someone like me — who, until this diet started, regarded the phrase “all you can eat” as less of a slogan than a challenge — this was a temptation too far, and I ended up gobbling up a sizeable bowl of chicken and sweetcorn soup, followed by two plates laden with the finest foodstuffs the Orient had to offer.
It was with some trepidation that I weighed myself this morning. The result? I weigh 84kg. That’s only half a kilogram down from last week, but considering the amount of spring rolls I consumed, I’m actually happy with that. It’s good to know that I can (over)indulge from time to time without throwing everything out the window.