9.15am: "I'm so excited! I've lost 4lbs!"
9.30am: "I'm just going round to (local purveyor of greasy food) anyone want anything?"
I think that's what's called fighting a losing battle.
Vanessa swears blind she was only going there to get bottled water for a meeting. Even if that's true, she can't deny how disappointed she looked when she found out the others had already gone there for their weekly fix of lard, and hadn't offered to get her a chip sandwich. Anyway, I bet even their mineral water is deep-fried.