So here I am, writing this at quarter to 2 in the morning in the hope that my confessions will somehow bring about a sense of enlightenment and maybe some sympathy and forgiveness from some unknown, higher power?! (or just you guys! same thing!!)
But why of why do I do this to myself? EVEN AS I TYPE THIS I AM EATING A BOWL OF COCO POPS?!!! And WHY do I always think of Jubbs every time I cheat? (yes, you! )
I follow WS so the day started off with a shake and a sausage for brekkie. I had a trip up to manchester from london to face and despite knowing this I failed to prepare any shakes! So a long 10 hours later having had no food and simply sipping on water I was quite rightly hungry! So when we stepped into nandos I conciously made all the bad choices and went for a chicken breast fillet wrap with chips and warm pitta bread with homous (but if it gives me ANY credit, I did only drink coke zero!!).
On the way back home I split a packet of skittles...I don't even like skittles I just needed a sweet fix!
And then at midnight I finally arrive back in London, belly still full, then raid the cupboards for THREE BOWLS OF CEREAL (I'm on my fourth ) and a handful of blueberries.
Right now trying to fight off the demons in my head trying to convince me that I absolutely must have a jar of nutella to complete the evening...