When asked what shape she would descibe me as, my mother replied" Toffee Apple!"
Three days later and I'm still doing it… It is almost as if I've had a mini revelation. Cor, wouldn't they be lovely, mini revels; you could use them as cake toppers… whoops sorry, tangent averted, mind off chocolate, back on track! Where was I? A mini revelation; I wouldn't let the house get trashed without giving it a good clean, I wouldn't ignore my family (well, that's not exactly true… there was the dreadful present on my birthday incident which left me sulking for almost 24 hours. 'Nuff said, nobody's finest hour). I wouldn't dismiss a huge to do list at work or drive my car into the ground. So why do I find it so hard to sort my diet out?! I mean, why can't I stop overeating?! I've done the visualisation, I can see myself skinny. I really want the skinny but up until 3 days ago the skinny would only last until after dinner and then the "Sod it, I'll start properly in the morning/after the weekend/on Monday/ in the New Year" would take over. And I know it's not just me. But back to the mini revels, nom, nom and nom. Something seems to have clicked in my head. (Not my jaw I hasten to add; I had a friend who used to get jaw click when she chewed, I could never decide if it irritated me or not.) No, this click was more swoosh, like a curtain being drawn on a clear, bright morning. Who knows how long it will last. A bit like an Auckland Spring, where you will often see four seasons in one day, I'm sure a little rain will fall. But for now, I'm revelling!