Most weekends, I have to eat three meals a day. For this reason, and this reason alone, I hate weekends.
The pretence of normality around The Family, or The Colleagues, means that I have to at least nibble something. Tonight, I had vegetable lasagne. At lunch I had a granary salad roll. This morning I managed to cut the portion by getting it ready before anyone else got up - thus, it equated to about two handfuls of dry bran cereal.
This is more than I'd usually eat in two weekdays. Once you start eating, the temptation to binge becomes overwhelming. Pah.