Sunday (day 5 of attack), saw me in town with my daughter. I had made the fatal mistake of going out without eating...and the hunger struck. We went for coffee, and the pangs got stronger and stronger...it was a case of shall I chew my arm off or do I get soup...when I saw they (at Pret) sell little plastic cups with a bit of spinach and two hard boiled eggs. I was as happy as a dog with two tails, and yay! - a weight loss the next day!