A couple of years ago, my then OH and I had been on a diet for quite some time and then her birthday rolled around and we agreed to enjoy ourselves and eat what we wanted.
Fry up for breakfast.
Picnic plus ice creams at lunch.
Late afternoon, go round to her mum's for cake en route out for pizza. End up scoffing a plate of extremely delicious moussaka, plus a couple of slices of cake.
Evening: Pizza Hut. A plate of buffalo wings each. A large pizza each. Pudding. Lots of. Barely able to stand up, let alone move. Painfully stagger back to the car, can't even talk. Forget the romance, lie in bed waiting to die. Look and feel several weeks overdue with triplets. Strangely unhungry for quite a long time afterwards