Had a bit of a mental battle last night - OH was at work, i was sat in on my own and fancied a glass of wine. First sip = crazy cravings, so much so that i ended up talking out loud to myself about why it was a stupid idea (so much so that the cat now thinks i've lost the plot!).
BUT I DIDN'T CAVE!!! Instead i found a book that i've been meaning to finish for ages, turned the radio on and started reading. Before i knew it OH was home and had brought me a little teddy as a well done for getting through day 3 - i felt so proud and am feeling very smug this morning!!
BTW, i probably should apologise in advance for rambling, as typing seems like a good distraction (i would usually be outside for my morning fag right about now)!!
Hurray for day 4 :D