Every Sunday, it's the same. You're flung on the couch, almost bored to tears, but refusing to do anything even remotely wholesome or worthwhile.

In fact, the only thing which has even a hope of stirring you from your stupor is the talk of a takeaway, and within minutes, you and your BFF have sprung to life.

While initial chat focuses on the desire to take it handy and merely grab a light bite, it's not long before you're knee deep in wedges and chicken wings, promising yourself you'll knock it all on the head come Monday.

Ladies, it's like looking in a mirror…