Food, Glorious Food...

I love food.
It's no secret - hell, my profile picture on blogger.com is a jar of marmite.
I know I'm a chunky brother - too chunky in fact, which is why I'm on a bit of a health kick at the moment. Strict diet, loads of exercise and most importantly no beer... It hurts.

But is it any wonder we're a bunch of fatties?
Maybe it's just because I'm denying myself anything that tastes good at the moment, but I'm sure there's a conspiracy out there to bombard us with as much food propaganda as possible and fatten us up for an impending apocalypse.
Since I've cut out the tasty treats, it seems that everywhere I turn there's a picture of something chocolatey, cheesy or chunky. The TV is full of it, screaming for me to indulge in a Mr-T endorsed chocolate bar or ex-footballer's favourite crisps. And all the billboards all the way home are at it too - larger than life posters of pizzas and burgers are severely testing my usually feeble willpower...

But I'm being good, and hopefully will reap the reward - a slimmer and trimmer version of my fine self will soon reappear.

For now, I'm off to watch the cooking channel - it's like foodie porn.