Yesterday I had to spend time chasing a eye appointment that I need to have some time soon. The women I spoke to were so unhelpful that I was almost in tears by the time I finished. When Hubby got home i told him that I needed comfort food, the naughtier the better. I was thinking of something like chocolate cake and to hell with the diet. He'd done a bit of shopping and bought some lean bacon and some nice soft rolls. I quickly checked the fat content of the bacon, decided it was low enough and declared that the meal was naughty enough for me. (We always grill our bacon and don't put spread on the rolls.)
So the diet is still on track, and hopefully no harm done.