Today at lunchtime in Zac's women's group I resisted:
having more than two small slices of bread;
I failed to resist 2 welshcakes. Not even ordinary welshcakes but split and spread with jam. I blame the police. (The cakes were leftovers from a police 'do''.)
Tonight I am not having potato with my sausages (2 low-fat) and baked beans.
Whether I will survive the evening is another question.