Like crisps. I'm not eating a whole packet. No, just handfuls of a family size packet.
Fruit doesn't count. It's allowed. It's good for me. I can eat a whole tub of grapes.
I only eat sweeties in the car so they don't count.
And so on.
Tuesday 6 November 2018
Not getting away with things
The trouble with me - can you tell that I haven't done very well? - is that I think I can get away with things.
Like crisps. I'm not eating a whole packet. No, just handfuls of a family size packet.
Fruit doesn't count. It's allowed. It's good for me. I can eat a whole tub of grapes.
I only eat sweeties in the car so they don't count.
And so on.
Which is why I've only lost barely half a pound this week. I decided to be generous with my decimal placings allowing me to colour in one blob on my Christmas dress. At this rate it will be a very mini dress. (I'm starting with the boobs to ensure some bits of me are covered at least.)
Like crisps. I'm not eating a whole packet. No, just handfuls of a family size packet.
Fruit doesn't count. It's allowed. It's good for me. I can eat a whole tub of grapes.
I only eat sweeties in the car so they don't count.
And so on.
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