With the early trains and the baguette for breakfast, it's not the most structured eating routine. I've been doing so well recently that I'm happy to break a couple of rules, have a bit more gluten than I'd normally have. My aim was to stay as good as possible but not really stress about it - it's London!
There is food at every corner, there are shops spilling out with freshly baked treats, and when you're trekking around in the heat all you want is frozen yoghurt while you bathe in the sunshine. So we had frozen yoghurt with chocolate drops while sitting at the V&A, feet dangling in the shallow pool. On our way back to the hotel we grabbed some snacks - including a flapjack bar, a million's shortbread bar and some chocolate covered honeycomb. Yes I did have some of all three, and surprisingly, no, I didn't enjoy them. The sugar was over-powering, the chocolate didn't have the delicious flavour I remembered, all I could taste was powdery cocoa. The honeycomb clung to my teeth, making them feel gritty and disgusting. All I actually wanted was an apple - crisp, juicy and sweet.
I always have a fantastic weekend in London with my Mum - complete girls weekend!
The weekend showed me one thing - I've eaten more gluten and sugar than I had in months, and despite making me bloated, feeling overly full all of the time and a bit sickly. I didn't actually enjoy it. I didn't need it, and all I craved was fruit and veg - fresh food, fresh crisp flavours on my palette.
There was finally some proof, some proof that my palette has changed, the tastes I want have changed and actually the foods I used to want don't suit me any more. I think that is a good place to be.