I have this habit of wanting something crunchy before dinner. Usually it takes the form of crackers and French feta and olives, a sliver of pate, or slices of dry sausage...
But! - having seen that the light at the end of the tunnel* that is life is drawing near at a theatening rate, one has mended one's ways, at least for the time being, to extend the trip.
This is my version of slimfast, then.
[*Ed. OK - since two VIP's have asked in quick succession what I mean by the light at the end of the tunnel, and Is something wrong, and Is everything alright...I'm sorry. Nothing is wrong. Touch wood. I just mean...Actually, all I mean is the going is very good, and I want to keep going well and happily for as long as possible. And that involves eating a lot of crunchy green things. Or just go ahead and read the dark things into it, of course they always lurk, of course, but that's the point of staying moving.]