It has been one week since I ate any chocolate, one week since I ate any cake and (bar a moment of weakness yesterday involving a few Hob Nobs) one week since I ate any biscuits. This is a major dietary event.
Partly through laziness, partly because J is never hungry so I never see the point of preparing food in the day for just me (which is still laziness but maybe sounds better) and partly because ‘food to go’ better suits me ( mood thing) I ate a lot of the above.

I gave up smoking pretty easily. I suppose like most ex-smokers there is a brief urge here and there to engage in the behaviour but that passes easily because I am not around smokers at all. And if we do go out the non-smokingness of everywhere is excellent. I gave up drinking – or to put it more accurately “I don’t want one right now” which means I can have a drink whenever I want and I won’t fail anything. ‘Never’ isn’t always a great word. But I did leave the glass on the table and it’s been there a few years.

Smoke? None in the house, nothing to resist. Alcohol? Quite a bit probably. If I want to get smashed on the bottle of Tia Maria I can. There is other but it’s probably D’s and drinking that would be too risky. Having it about is part of the giving up.
Like so many people I can resist unopened sweets / chocolates / cake / biscuits. But crack that packet and the one becomes two which becomes empty.

“I don’t want one drink, I want ten drinks, and I don’t understand how others can settle for just one.” Leo McGarry. West Wing.

It has irked me that I could quit the smoke and the booze but not Mars bars (for example). Partly it’s because if I quit the sugar I’ll have to make more effort to eat (but I don’t – cornflakes are good 24/7) and partly because I need those sugar bursts (it’s a mood thing). But the irk is winning right now.

“I’m going to walk through the kitchen and not take a biscuit. Not take. Oh, packet is open…. want, don’t want.. hunger is good, meal will taste better..” and everything else people say. It worked but for those oh so lovely Hob Nobs. I mean, if you are going to fail do it with a quality crunch. But I know it was a minor fail, a failette.
Weighing myself? No, why would I do that? It’s a part of the reason but other reasons are higher up that scale – it’s that mood thing again. But I’m up for another day and hopefully I can string 7 of those into a row.