She's a serious little bugger who looks like she runs marathons and has never tried mixing dark chocolate, honeycomb and extra cream ice cream together, washed down with a double shot mocha-cino.
She probably meant, "You can't keep eating like a starved zombie when you are doing nothing but dozing all day", but it was lost in translation. I paid her for the encouraging words anyway. (I'm sure she could have caught and wrestled me to the ground if I did a"runner".)
Ohh I hate you chocolate with your silky texture and delightful lift to my flagging spirits especially when you mingle with biscuit or ice cream. You know I have no will power against your organic might (unless you contain milk). You are a worthy adversary. I salute you. I love you chocolate.
And so I repair to the streets again to run off some more calories before visiting my serious little doctor. If you see me, please do not feed me.