Emma's fighting the flab

Is a life without cheese worth living?

 HAD some horribly disturbing news at the weekend- so traumatising I can hardly bring myself to type it.

Okay here it goes….I….can’t…..eat…..CHEESE!

For those who don’t realise it, cheese plays a central role in my life and has got me through many-a-drama.

And now I have been told it is bad from my blood type (it’s A by the way) and I should avoid it if I want to lose weight.

Feta and mozzarella cheese are okay but Cheddar cheese and the yummy cheeses that melt perfectly on a pizza are banned.

After raving about my present from Lesley in my last blog, I was disappointed to read in the book that some of my favourite foods are banned.

On the plus side, I can eat as much garlic and pineapple as I like. Great.

I do have several kindred spirits in the office at the moment though, including my friend Clare who is feeling the pressure of her wedding day bearing down on her like a big block of delicious blue cheese, smothered in…..SORRY, went off on a tangent there.

Anyway, my friend Clare is also dieting and although I am not being half as good as she is, I am sure she can feel my pain.

Tonight I am off to see Lesley again, but this time armed with my life goals. They are allowed to be about anything I like, love-life, weight, money, travel, career, and we are going to get them into my head as firm ideas so I can make them happen.

Then hopefully, when I am an old woman rocking in my chair in the nursing home and complaining that Nora got the last slice of Victoria sponge cake, I can look back and say that I had a good life.

Here’s hoping!