First, the good. This guy does comic book-style pin up posters of fat girls. I cannot begin to tell you how much I love this. As you know, I have been trying not to think about my health in terms of numbers on the scale, and also to like myself the way I am. Stuff like this makes it much easier.

Next, the bad. I decided to try and make rum raisin fudge last night, using my new and exciting sugar thermometer. Something went wrong somewhere – possibly the fact that I used a pan that wouldn’t let the sugar thermometer clip to the side of it – but although I thought the fudge was ready to come off the heat, twenty minutes of beating later it was still glossy and not grainy, which is a bit of a “fuck you, Katy” if you ask me. By that time I’d had enough of beating the mixture – TWENTY MINUTES PEOPLE – and grainy or not, I declared it fudge, poured it into the tin and left it to set. Except, of course, it didn’t set at all. What I appear to have made is some sort of delicious fudge-like substance, which tastes just like delicious rum-raisin fudge, but is not actually fudge at all. You can eat it with a spoon (although that way lies madness) and you can spread it on toast (shhhh) but you wouldn’t really cut it into squares and wrap it in paper. I think I shall probably either use it instead of peanut butter in brownies or just spread it over the middle, top and sides of a Victoria Sponge, but only time will tell.

And finally, the ugly. And I do mean ugly. The Fling is a new diet chocolate bar currently only available in California (which is where the Annaling is currently residing, although I’m not suggesting that she does a taste test unless she can get a bar without paying for it, frankly). It is under 85 calories per finger and each finger is covered in sparkly stuff. I’ve never, ever read such an insulting, condescending, patronising example of advertising in my life. Reading the FAQ, which is what I’ve linked to, actually made my brain try to crawl out of my ears. God knows who it’s supposed to be aimed at. Oversexualised toddlers on Weight Watchers? Beats me. Bonus points if you guess which bit actually made me throw something at my computer.