Two weeks worth of indulgence. First up, the week in London where I basically had anything that caught my eye, with beer, usually. Ah, vacation...
Then the first week back in Liberia, where despite staying on board with PT, I've felt no rush in getting back to eating in a healthy manner, watching calories, carbs or processed junk. Far too much chocolate-y goodness lying about, simply mocking me.
Next week, I think, once the Xmas weekend dissipates, I'll start tightening up things again.
Finally, back to throwing together food for the Mrs. Nothing fancy, but it's what I do, apparently...