After my weigh in on Tuesday night, I made the decision to stop. Take a breath. Look at what I was doing. I did just that, and I made the decision to get back on plan. I’m two days back to it, and so far, so good. Actually, it’s a bit more than that. It’s hard to kick a sugary habit, and sometimes it can be really hard to say “no”. As I mentioned in my last post, it was my colleague’s last day and even more cake was wheeled in for the occasion.
On the shelves of the cake cupboard are:
- Cadbury Flake Cake (14.5 syns per portion)
- Flapjack bites (3.5 syns per bite for the Tesco ones, 4 syns for the Sainsbury ones – we have both)
- Ring doughnuts (approximately 11 syns each)
- Mini brownie bites (2.5 syns for the Tesco ones)
We have also had Viennese Whirls, Cadbury Cake Bars, Mr Kipling Cake Slices and probably some more that I forgot.
Have I touched any of them? Nope. Not in the last two days. It was quite hard yesterday, though I made sure I had plenty of fruit to snack on. Today hasn’t been quite as bad as I haven’t been feeling brilliant. It started when I was out for the goodbye drinks and meal last night (I chose a ploughmans, ate the salad, pickled onion and cheddar, and donated the stilton and bread to other people). I went straight to bed when I got home.
When I woke up this morning, I still didn’t feel brilliant, and by 9:30am, I had lost my voice. I haven’t much felt like eating really as my throat and ears have been very sore. Thankfully I have now regained my voice following a good coughing fit.
We cracked a couple more of the wedding presents out this evening, and made chicken in a smoky tomato sauce with broccoli and rice. It filled a hole and I was quite pleased with it, given it was a throw together. I polished it off with a couple of truffles that we had as a gift from work.
I plan to continue in the same vein, as much as anything, just to get some good vitamins in me to try and fight off this lurgy.