Whatever the problem – wine is the solution – except when it comes to fighting the flab. For months, I have blamed my small and yet perfectly formed stomach bulge on the C-section I had when my gorgeous son was born. This argument has two flaws. The first is that this operation was eight years ago and the second is my ambivalence to date about how much wine I am drinking.
I made a decision some time ago that to keep the weight off, I had to choose between drinking alcohol and having desert and wine won that battle. Sadly, I have to admit that portion control applies as much to wine as it does to food.
So I’m going to try an experiment. For the next four weeks, I’m going to stick to current health recommendations of not exceeding 14 units of alcohol per week. Those who know and love me will be shocked by this attempt and will probably conclude that this temporary insanity is due to a mid life crisis.
Of course I fear failure. An evening out is not wining and dining when one of the components is missing and I don’t think diet coke is in keeping with what one of my friends describes as my zest for life. But I have a safety net. A gin and slimline tonic has about half the calories as a medium glass of red wine so some substitutions are in order.
But what I fear the most is the risk of losing the hard earned title I share with my hubby- “The Champagne Charlies” – because my favourite drink of all time also has the most calories. Champagne clearly doesn’t just go to your head.