So this week I have been mainly......dieting. Totally my own fault that I need to, I should never have taken the lid off the Quality Street over Christmas (although subsequently removing the lid from the Roses and then Celebrations definitely compounded the error!).
Anyway, once the chocolate monster that lives inside me had been unleashed she was reluctant to return to a sensible diet incorporating five a day. She insisted that I persevere in my attempt to empty all three sweet containers long after all other members of the family had retired from the game. And she would not listen to reason. Eventually I found myself ploughing through the orange creams. But rock bottom was still to come. That was when I started nibbling the chocolate off the Turkish Delights and discarding the middle bit.
December became January and still I feasted on chocolate. Until I found myself watching the Biggest Loser whilst gorging on some Marks and Spencer cherry liquers and was smacked in the face by the irony of the situation. I'd like to say that I hurled the offending confections into the bin and took myself off for a run. But actually I finished the box (well, if you've got to diet anyway!) and resolved to start the following day.
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