Don’t know how it happened. Slowly, cunningly they’ve crept up on me. Should I just blame it on those delicious churros in Barcelona, all those late night saffron risottos at La Ao Fundo, perfect sunny side up eggs at various hotel’s breakfast buffets, the amazing organic butter selection at Jochberg during our skiing vacation, countless garlicky bolo de cacos dripping with butter served everywhere in Madeira as an appetiser…or the oh so rich pistachio ice-cream at Fragola, which fortunately or unfortunately just a short walk away from our apartment?

Or could it be that over 40 your metabolism slows down a bit?

Or perhaps I just didn’t care much, was happy as I was, easily having ice cream after midnight just to have a perfect ending to the evening?

The bottomline is that I am about 5 kg heavier than my normal weight. I’ve managed to maintain it ever since I’ve lost it after being in Kuwait for year and managing a fast food restaurant. Surrounded by delicious cinnamon rolls, freshly made brownies and donuts all day and far away from my family resulted in a 10 kg extra.

Meeting my future husband gave me perhaps the motivation to loose it and so I did. Since then I have remained the same weight apart from the time being pregnant.

So it did come as a shock when I stepped on the scale, which I don’t normally do. Perhaps once in every year or so.

Sipping a glass of delicious Shiraz, polishing off the last crumbs of my son’s leftover birthday cake ( one of best Sacher torte I’ve ever had, contact me if you need the lady’s name who did it) wowed to do something about it.

Really, I mean business this time. I am taking control of my life (body) again!

Back to serious planking, ab workouts, hiking, jogging. After all I only got 6 weeks to do it.

Till we travel again. Till the lobster sandwiches by the fire at Corinthia, in London, till the perfect pina coladas at CR7, the golden espada with perfectly fried sweet potatoes .
To tell you the truth I am really not the type of person who likes to eat. Find it a boring chore, especially here. But once you travel you get to experiment, tickle your tastebuds, try things that are so different from your usual food…how can you resist them? Hmmm…

How about a gluten-free, dairy-free, alkaline diet to start with?

When tomorrow comes.

Just let me finish my “last” glass of wine please!