Oh for fucks sake tonight's dinner was nearly a joke
Went to an exhibition opening at a gallery inside an independent cinema. They have a rather splendid little bar/cafe on the ground floor so we decided to eat there before heading off to a gig.
I ordered monkfish tail in a taco, minus the taco -went to great length checking the dish was going to be ok. When it arrived it was two fucking breaded gnarly looking fishfingers and a pissy little salad. My face must have been a picture. I really politely apologised and sent it back. Sat stumped for five minutes as the two chaps started tucking in to their fabulous looking burger and chips. I then saw meatballs in tomato sauce, and was pondering having those, as we were in no rush. The lovely manager simultaneously came over and suggested I try them (explained I have gut problems after serious food poisoning - can't be arsed to talk diets etc) and he said only Parmesan and meat and the tomato sauce. I asked for the Parmesan to be left off. All fine. Ten minutes later the poor guy came over, ashen faced - wanting to know, was it just Parmesan or was all cheese a problem? Me - yep all cheese, why? Him - there's mascarpone in the sauce, would you like to see before you decide....
The 'tomato' sauce is friggin' white! By that point, dp had sloped off to the bog. My other companion (who's the coeliac student) was highly amused at the incompetence, and I was floored. Then I saw the option of chargrilled mackerel, which I rather meekly asked for. I was getting a bit embarrassed by then. Thank fuck it came with a delicious green rockety type salad, and was gorgeous. The manager looked like he wanted to die by the end. I felt so sorry for him 
The funny thing was, earlier on I had been toying with the idea of a little cheat. At the exhibition, there was a bit of film footage of me (long story) playing on a loop (part of the art) and I was 'treated' to a full length view of myself from the back. Bloody horrifying. Honestly. I cannot sometimes understand how dp hasn't left me! I have gained four bloody stone since we met. Thank god he's just a total darling, who says he just loves me but fucking hell, that has hugely motivated me to toe the line utterly until I hit my target. Now I feel like I'm getting good results, and eating fabulous food, I'm content to just chug on.
Have had a really nice lunch today as well. Went and bought a shed load of fruit (for dcs) and veg from the wholesalers today. Amazing quality and fantastic prices (a crate of cauliflowers for £5.50) and opposite there was a Persian cafe, so I took home a mixed grill to share with dp. It was just chicken, and lamb but it was so juicy and tender and full of flavour.
Have drank more than the three litres today, as I've had one litre then five pints of water, plus some glasses of water and some yogi tea!
The yoghurt monster hasn't thickened the coconut milk yet, but I will check again tomorrow. This is perfectly normal.......