I was having a great week until yesterday. I was really hungry all day and never got full. I had to take my car to the garage after work, then I went food shopping, so I was late getting home. The craving for a fish supper hit me about 4pm and I tried to talk myself out of it, but I ended up succumbing
. I have to say, though, that it tasted bloody great! I enjoyed every mouthful, down to the very last bite.
Unfortunately, I didn't stop there. I made cookies earlier in the week and took them into work. I brought the left-overs home with me and ended up eating 8 of them last night
. It wasn't planned and I was annoyed with myself afterwards. They were awfy nice, though. As was the cup of cocoa I had with them
. Yep, when I fall off the wagon, I fall hard.
But, hey, not to worry. It's back on the plan today. I'm starting the day with good intentions and masses of willpower. Here's hoping it lasts for the whole day. I do most of my eating after 5pm, which is wrong, I know, but I can't break the habit. I don't go to bed until 12-1am, as I can't sleep before then (unless I'm ill, or something). There's no point going earlier as I'll just lie there staring at the ceiling and listening to my belly rumbling. I bought lots of fruit yesterday, so I'll try and reach for that instead of cookies or chocolate.
I've got my weekly weigh-in on Monday, so I'll see how much damage (if any) I've done. Here's hoping it's not too bad
.