Bounty diet

For years, I have been trying to push myself to finally start exercising more and eating less. Otherwise to eat too especially. Fruit instead of liquorice, dairy instead of sweets, a bowl of raw vegetables instead of half a roll of biscuits.

But it is often easier to tear open a bar of chocolate than peel a tangerine. It takes less time to pull open a box of bastognes than to clean a kiwi.

And yet, I am now on the right track. I haven't had any sweets for a whole week and I even have a new hobby: making smoothies! This morning when I stood on the scales, they actually read a whole kilo less. Victory! I am really on a diet and I am sticking to it.

Even at home, of course, I informed everyone again. 'I'm on a diet!'

Ferry, my husband, is just barely laughing at me.

'Which diet are you going to stick with for two days again this time?'

But he who laughs last laughs best. So I am sure I will succeed this time.

Supermarket

And then I am in the supermarket at the checkout. The bargain bin in front of the conveyor belt is filled to the brim with bags of Bounties.

Bounties!

My kids love Bounties. So I take two bags with me. Once I get home, I unpack my bags and tidy up the groceries in the cupboard.

Except for the Bounties.

One can't hurt.

I settle down comfortably on the sofa with Dr Phil. I have another Bounty. And one more. They are small, it's fine.

Bounty diet

Fifteen minutes later, there are six empty papers on the coffee table and the bag is half empty. Ferry walks into the room and I feel caught out.

But Ferry walks on and says nothing. He ignores the empty Bounty wrappers and walks through to the kitchen to grab a drink.

Then my eldest son also entered the room.

'Tasty, Bounties!" he shouts and simultaneously makes a grab for the bag.

And then Ferry still can't resist.

'Hands off!" sounds sternly from the kitchen.

'Those are from your mother! Who's on a Bounty diet!'

Tarot cards

The next morning, angry at myself for simply not being able to control myself again, I spread my tarot cards face down on the table.

'What do I have to do to lose 25 kilos?" I ask desperately.

I draw a card blind and then turn it over to see which one I have drawn. It is the card 'Moderation', which means as much as balance.

Is the answer really that simple?

Yes. It is.

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