Gloom, doom and disaster – and more than a handful of great meals

I've put on weight. When I stepped on the scales this morning, my weight was back up to 89.8 kilos.

On the other hand, there's a very good reason for that. On Friday, Mark and I got married in a quiet ceremony at the Chelsea Registry Office. Our two mothers were our witnesses, and the entire thing lasted about 20 minutes from a small interview with the registrar to check that our details were correct, to the bit where Mark kissed his new bride. OK, I know I'm going to have to get used to it, but that bit still sounds weird to me (sorry Mark!)

We spent almost as much time getting photographed as we did getting married, and were joined by my sister Lisa and her husband (also, confusingly, called Mark). After the photos were finished, we went for a slap-up meal at the newly Michelin-starred Wild Honey restaurant, http://www.wildhoneyrestaurant.co.uk. Not only was the food delicious, one of the owners, Will Smith, sent over a bottle of Château de Boursault's Champagne on the house, which impressed my mum no end.

This wasn't a weekend for sticking to the diet, I decided, and tucked into a starter of smoked eel served with sweet-sour slices of turnip, then had wild duck with spaetzle (a kind of Austrian gnocchi) and pomegranate. Then I added the coup de grace with a pudding of chocolate soup (a bit like a molten chocolate mousse) and nougat ice-cream (I have to admit, that, being unused to the sugar rush, I did feel a tad sick on the way home, but not sick enough to really regret tucking in with such relish).

We had some lovely wines, too – one of Wild Honey's strength is that most of its wines are served in 250ml carafes as well as by the bottle. I particularly enjoyed a Blauer Zweigelt from Austrian producer Anton Bauer (which smelled of flowers and currants) and a eucalyptus-scented Pinot Noir (the same grape used to make red wine in Burgundy) from Shadowfax in Victoria.

Mark's mum was staying with us that night, and we didn't do much. In fact, I joked to Mark that we must be the only couple to spend their first night of married life beached on the couch in the living room while watching a movie we'd recorded at Christmas.

The next day, we drove Mark's mum (Brenda) back home to Gloucester, then headed towards the Cotswolds for our one night of honeymoon. We spent this at the Trout Inn, http://www.trout-inn.co.uk/, where we had a pretty little room and another humungous meal. They, too, comped us a glass of Champagne (Perrier-Jouët NV) when they found out we'd just got married, to which we added a bottle of Descendientes de Palacio's Petalos del Bierzo, a rich, velvety red wine with lots of earthy, peppery spice and dark fruit, between us. I've obviously lost my head for wine (not that I've ever been much good at drinking in quantity) and found myself getting all giggly after the first glass or two, but I still managed to find enough strength to wolf down some crab and vichysoisse, then a plate of fillet steak, horseradish mash and wild mushrooms. Oh, and did I mention the rosemary-scented creme brulee?

We did have a lovely long walk the next morning, through frost-covered fields that ran alongside the Thames towpath. Laszlo romped ahead of us, looping his way through the long grass and then back towards us, his whiskers all covered in frost (and his legs covered in burrs, as we later discovered). Even though the temperature was hovering around freezing point, the icy landscape was breathtakingly beautiful and the sun shone weakly in a bright blue sky. All in all, it was a glad-to-be-alive moment.

So, despite the walk, it's no wonder I've put on a bit of weight over the past week. With any luck, it'll come off just as quickly as it went on. I'll keep you posted.