So... I was officially 'Hermanated'. 10 days ago my Hubby handed me a tub of paste mix that a work colleague had given him and I recoiled in horror when I realised it was the start of 'Herman the German Friendship cake'... something I thought I would NEVER receive and had read about with great dread......
I guess it was my own damn fault. Before I had started S&S my love of baking had bought about Hubby bringing my beloved creations to work, devoured by his hungry and appreciative work colleagues, a ruse to stop me from eating the damn lot
Obviously baking ceased once I started S&S and I guess this was a hint to get started again....
So after 9 days of cultivation, Herman's demise was yesterday, day 10 was finally here and at 6am yesterday, (yes 6AM!!) I was up carefully mixing ingredients chopping apples and adding mixed spice to the bubbling concoction adamant that I would not touch a crumb....
Hubby arrived at 07:15 (he works nightshift), most surprised to see me up at the crack of dawn, even more surprised when he realised that Herman was due.... Herman came out of the oven all golden brown and smelling delicious. Hubby said it would be 'sacriledge' if I didn't taste Herman.. I ignored his words and made my Crispy Choc Shake for breakfast.....
I was sooooo good.... the intentions were there.... I went into town with my Mum and DD and we watched while DD ate McDonalds and I sat cradling a black coffee, (Mum who is on her own health kick had a cup of tea).
When we got home in the afternoon and I opened the front door, the smell hit me, all apples and cinnamon... Herman was calling my name and I ended up cutting a sizable chunk spread with butter and there it was - EPIC FAIL !!!!:wave_cry:
So much was the guilt, I ended up eating my spicy spaghetti pack with cauliflower, as much water as I could drink and flung myself into bed, so just TWO S&S packs for the day and a slice of Herman.... EEKK)
And this morning I woke with the Mother of all carb Hangovers... I could barely drag myself out of bed when DD woke at the crack of dawn saying she was 'Hungry' and after many attempts to get up, then several cups of black coffee and a cuprofen, I am just about back in the 'Land of the living'
I am asolutely livid with myself. I am so near to goal and always end up sabotaging myself. Next Sat I am Godmother to my Niece so there will be a feast to be had and on the Sunday, it is DD's 7th Birthday, so roll out the cake and everything else... What's even worse is I have eaten all my favourite S&S packs and have to finish all the worst ones this week on the lead up to another weekend of Hell...
Oh well back to the grind...... xxx :cry:
I guess it was my own damn fault. Before I had started S&S my love of baking had bought about Hubby bringing my beloved creations to work, devoured by his hungry and appreciative work colleagues, a ruse to stop me from eating the damn lot
Obviously baking ceased once I started S&S and I guess this was a hint to get started again....So after 9 days of cultivation, Herman's demise was yesterday, day 10 was finally here and at 6am yesterday, (yes 6AM!!) I was up carefully mixing ingredients chopping apples and adding mixed spice to the bubbling concoction adamant that I would not touch a crumb....
Hubby arrived at 07:15 (he works nightshift), most surprised to see me up at the crack of dawn, even more surprised when he realised that Herman was due.... Herman came out of the oven all golden brown and smelling delicious. Hubby said it would be 'sacriledge' if I didn't taste Herman.. I ignored his words and made my Crispy Choc Shake for breakfast.....
I was sooooo good.... the intentions were there.... I went into town with my Mum and DD and we watched while DD ate McDonalds and I sat cradling a black coffee, (Mum who is on her own health kick had a cup of tea).
When we got home in the afternoon and I opened the front door, the smell hit me, all apples and cinnamon... Herman was calling my name and I ended up cutting a sizable chunk spread with butter and there it was - EPIC FAIL !!!!:wave_cry:
So much was the guilt, I ended up eating my spicy spaghetti pack with cauliflower, as much water as I could drink and flung myself into bed, so just TWO S&S packs for the day and a slice of Herman.... EEKK)
And this morning I woke with the Mother of all carb Hangovers... I could barely drag myself out of bed when DD woke at the crack of dawn saying she was 'Hungry' and after many attempts to get up, then several cups of black coffee and a cuprofen, I am just about back in the 'Land of the living'
I am asolutely livid with myself. I am so near to goal and always end up sabotaging myself. Next Sat I am Godmother to my Niece so there will be a feast to be had and on the Sunday, it is DD's 7th Birthday, so roll out the cake and everything else... What's even worse is I have eaten all my favourite S&S packs and have to finish all the worst ones this week on the lead up to another weekend of Hell...
Oh well back to the grind...... xxx :cry:
