That time has come for me to have to fend for my self. Robyn is going out for one of her friends birthdays and i’m left to my own devices. That’s only the start of the problem though. Whilst im keen to eat “healthy”, that does kind of entail a certain amount of preparation for the food. Well that’s just out of the question. Whilst the preparation of the food is clearly an issue, the tracking down part won’t cause me any loss of sleep. That part is deemed “necessary” and is an acceptable use of my time.

Here is where the fun comes in. Off the top of my head, I have 2 easy options.

Firstly starvation. Ok ok so its a little harsh and some may call me plain lazy, but its a winner. Little to no preparation is needed and its got absolutely zero carbs. Bonus.

Second fiddle is the splendid pizza delivery. Instantly flawed with the much needed brainwork involved. I mean you have to first pick which of the local establishments tickle your fancy and then you have to begin the lengthy process of picking which pizza you want to gorge yourself on. Rarely do you find yourself thinking; “Well I don’t think I can eat a large one all to myself, I’ll just be sensible and go for a small.” More often than not, a mental challenge is issued to yourself on two grounds. Firstly size; “Hell yeah, i can eat a large. I mean, i’m a bloke after all.” Next up comes the chilli-factor, bring it on. I don’t feel i need to elaborate further on this matter. It’s an open/close case, hot or not. There is no in-between.

I’m scared.