I don't know what's been going on with me since yesterday. I decided that as it was payday I would let that be my day of decadence. One day where I could, during my weekly shop, buy myself a candy and have a coke zero. Fair enough! Did that last night (malteasers), no problems.
Tonight, I SWEAR, the bottle of bubbly that's been in my fridge since Christmas started calling my name N-A-T-A-S-H-A!!! For a few weeks now I have been admiring how cold it looked with the condensation on the bottle, sigh! Today, the demon got me and I succumbed - and I was RIGHT! The perfect temperature. To make matters worse, I took the last instant noodle pack (guilty pleasure) and had it -threw in some sweetcorn in to pacify the conscience.
NOW, I am sat here CRAVING some Thornton's or a dark chocolate or ANYTHING!! i sense a lonnng night of internal battles trying to ensure I don't walk the five minutes to the Tesco express to satisfy this urge. So far on the second glass of bubbly, I really should pour the rest down the sink, shouldn't I?