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.)