What is it with me and chocolate? I mean, what? I've had enough, I know it, and yet I continue to eat it. It doesn't make me feel good (after the first 8 mouthfuls or so, anyway), and as I sit here - sorry, squat fatly here - typing away, my jeans feel tighter than they have in a long time.
To cap it all, I weighed myself last Friday morning in an effort to kick start a healthy eating habit. I've realised that there are approximately 12 weeks to go before we spend a week on holiday with friends, one of whom is a size 8 to my size Bigger... What was I thinking when I booked that one? But more importantly, what was I thinking when I decided to start this healthy eating effort the Friday before the biggest chocolate festival of the year?
Talk about setting yourself up to fail...
I would go and console myself with another creme egg, but I fear it could all get very messy and 'one more wafer-thin mint, M. Creosote?'-ish if I do.