Going to Maccers for healthy food makes as much sense as going to a nunnery for sex. Sure, you might get some, but it isn't exactly their speciality.

I am baffled by the McCafe ability to make their coffee taste like Maccers food. The regular Maccers coffee rather predicably tastes like a bicycle inner tube.

BIG fan of those Macca's 'cardboard cartoons' Ann... :) :)

I'm right on board with you Anne. When we talk about weight these days we're usually talking about body image and the revolting Hollywood ideal of the size 00, when we should be talking about health and wellbeing. And what's with those sanctimonious lunch-judgers? It's none of their business what anyone else chooses to eat.

We have the same people at my work! I'll come in the morning eating a pie and they're like "Oh that's so unhealthy". My response is usually, "I gotta have a reason to go to the gym!"

I try to avoid weighing myself, simply because I know my weight is deceptive. Eyebrows shoot to the roof when trainers or doctors see the scales - I'm usually 5-10kg heavier than they would guess just from looking at me. And then the trainer keeps having to crank up the weights on the gym machines to give me any resistance. I tend to measure myself by my capabilities - speed & distance of swims & runs, how easy it is for me to climb the stairs at work, that sort of thing. It fits in better with my goals.

Anyone gives me hassles about what I'm eating, I reply 'You don't get a fabulous body like this from passing up chocolate cake.' Forces them to switch from covert to overt a-holery if they want to continue their line of attack, but 99% are passive-aggressive twinks who don't have the balls to pursue it.

i eat what i want without caring what people think hence the reason i have demolished a can of red bull, and half a pack of rice crackers in the last hour alone

no longer having a job where im on my feet all day my have an effect on why my pants are all tighter, but im at the meh stage.

i really couldnt care less.

and thankfully i have a partner who cares more about the person on the inside than the packaging.

he buys me fancy cheese too :D

@ Leon - FYI the more generally accepted term for a place that nuns live is a convent. Nunnery is slang for a brothel. In other words when Hamlet says to Ophelia "get thee to a nunnery" he's calling her a whore.

Not unpredictably, Jenny Craig's have spoken out about the Weightwatchers/Maccas thing but I thought the rep on the radio this morning was fair enough in their comment about how it was like taking an alcoholic into a bar and expecting them not to drink. Personally, I eat pretty healthily when I have the range of options etc that I can get from shopping for my own food - take me out to lunch however, and as that's a treat I'll pick tasty but possibly not so nutritious over healthier every time. That's why going on holiday is so dangerous for me too - chips with every meal is my siren song. But urgh, I do not touch maccas with a 10 foot barge pole, not because I'm worried about grease/calories etc but because it actually makes me feel physically unwell/uncomfortable

I suspect your workmates are just winding you up re the lunch no?

I guess I'm also lucky at the moment, one of my workmates is pregnant & eating everything in sight, so there's no way anybody is ever going to make judgmental comments about food around here. We're also in a hospital, so the choices for lunch from the cafe are either healthy looking but taste awful, or delicious & full of fat & salt. Sweet sushi with undercooked, crunchy rice? No thanks, I'll have a sausage roll.