I'm baaacck

And gained 35 lbs on my trip...ok not 35, but 5...back up to 183 after 12 days of gorging on non-light beer, chips (AKA french fries) and anything and everything that tickled my fancy (anyone else grossed out by this phrase?) So back to reality, back to Fat Girl Slim's attack on the fat.

I must admit it was difficult to watch what I ate over there, because I was fitting right in! I was even on the skinny side (aside from the eastern european string beans walking around). I loved walking down the cobbled streets feeling like I was the prettiest lass in Temple Bar, and not giving a damn about the calories in that guiness. Of course this means I could never actually LIVE in a place like this...I would be the size of a Whale! The idea of eating what you want whenever you want...chicken and stuffing sandwiches just waiting to be devoured by a Meg... chips (french fries) deep fried in part oil, part lard and sprinkled with crispies (the batter that fell off the deep fried fish for fish and chips) and soaked with salt and vinegar...easily the best treat I had over there...

And ice cream, chocolate, cupcakes, pasterie, BREAD (oooo the bread!)

Mama needed to come home.