All it took was for me to announce to my roommates that I was on a diet, for the advice to come pouring in.
It was as though they had been long waiting for just such an announcement from me, so that they could make their palak paneer and buy their Cadbury Bournvilles while being assured in the knowledge that I would not be able to contribute to its diminishment. "Don't eat paneer. It's terrible for you" said my roommate as she devoured her paneer/tomato something cooked in wine. "No potatoes, no rice, eat lots of bread or chapathi, there's this wonderful new diet thing from Horlicks, I'll buy you one of those tomorrow" she said as she smiled, comfortable in the knowledge that it would be fried egg for breakfast for her tomorrow.
As I sighed and chopped up the cucumbers and tomatoes and carrots for my meagre lunch, and tried in vain to get my boyfriend to show me some sympathy and try to stop me from starving myself, KFC meals and burgers wafted in and out of my thoughts.
And a couple of minutes later my other amateur chef of a roommate turned up and announced how she's going to do all the cooking for the next two weeks. Must be one of those years.
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