Yep, that'll be the sound my fat @rse made when I fell off that wagon last night
'Twas my own fault really. I volunteered to make cakes for the nursery Easter parade, so I made my (warning food porn alert) Chocolate Caramel shortbread. I was NOT going to try it, I was not even going to nibble those itty bitty little crumbs that came loose when I sliced it, but, well, I'll let you fill in the gaps in this story.
But wait, that's not the end of my idiocy
Today I was invited out for lunch to the local pub by some of the mums at school. A nice leisurely affair before the school easter service began at the local church (well leisurely if you like being in a confined space with 2 children under 3 high on easter chocolate).
I planned on letting my halo slip a little and having a salad. But no. Chips, chips, chips and chips seemed to be all they did. So I ate half a bowl. Didn't enjoy them either. Wish I hadn't eaten them. AAArrrgghhh
So I got home a while ago after the church service, after dropping my eldest at the school disco, soaked to the skin with the 2 chocolate intoxicated children sleeping it off in the buggy, and thought 's*d it' and made myself a hot cup of milky tea with 2 (yes I know ) 2 biscuits.
I now feel all scuzzy and bad, but felt as it was Easter, I should confess to the massed throngs on Minimins and repent solid nourishment again.
So any kicks and words of encouragement to climb back aboard the wagon would be greatly appreciated.
'Twas my own fault really. I volunteered to make cakes for the nursery Easter parade, so I made my (warning food porn alert) Chocolate Caramel shortbread. I was NOT going to try it, I was not even going to nibble those itty bitty little crumbs that came loose when I sliced it, but, well, I'll let you fill in the gaps in this story.
But wait, that's not the end of my idiocy
Today I was invited out for lunch to the local pub by some of the mums at school. A nice leisurely affair before the school easter service began at the local church (well leisurely if you like being in a confined space with 2 children under 3 high on easter chocolate).
I planned on letting my halo slip a little and having a salad. But no. Chips, chips, chips and chips seemed to be all they did. So I ate half a bowl. Didn't enjoy them either. Wish I hadn't eaten them. AAArrrgghhh
So I got home a while ago after the church service, after dropping my eldest at the school disco, soaked to the skin with the 2 chocolate intoxicated children sleeping it off in the buggy, and thought 's*d it' and made myself a hot cup of milky tea with 2 (yes I know ) 2 biscuits.
I now feel all scuzzy and bad, but felt as it was Easter, I should confess to the massed throngs on Minimins and repent solid nourishment again.
So any kicks and words of encouragement to climb back aboard the wagon would be greatly appreciated.