Going to attempt a diet

Steady on, that’s what I have to tell myself now I have come
back from my all-inclusive holiday in Lanzarote! I needed to be rolled back on the plane after too many waffles
with chocolate sauce for breakfast, I did try and show some self control but it
was just too hard with so much choice all sat there tempting me with their
naughty calorie filled ways! Plus a new
cake or two would appear at every meal and naturally my inquisitive nature wanted
to taste said cakes and find out how they differed from those back home, so
technically I was getting fat in the interests of all important cake tasting
research. Chocolate cake was worth the calories, almond topped pastry things not so much!

Apple cake very good!

So today, is day one of trying to be good! I have resisted FOUR chocolate hobnobs that
hubbie has offered me and ceremoniously enjoyed when I refused them. We both pledged on the plane home the diet
would start on arrival back in the UK, well today hubbie says it doesn’t count
because we are tired from travelling. I
know we will just keep making up excuses. 
It’s how we roll, tomorrow something else will be up and we will be no
closer to shifting the extra weight. So
no excuses yes I am tired but will the chocolate hobnob eating session sort
that out… maybe a temporary boost but then I will slump back down again! I am going to resist my biscuit wielding
hubbie and take the high road.

I don’t like turning down biscuits last time I went a few
weeks without anything sugary my friend force-fed me some because I was so
miserable! But I am going to find other
things that keep me happy, things that aren’t chocolate coated. A nice walk in the sunshine, a cup of tea, a
good book and possibly an early night so I can forget how hard it is to resist
the chocolate in the kitchen…

Wish me luck, I might not last the week but I will try
REALLY hard anyway. Luckily my youngest
wants a running machine off Father Christmas to I quote “get strong!” – so that
might help if he will let me test it out. 
Hubbie wants a rowing machine, so we could at this rate have a home
gym! On holiday I swam in the sea and
realised just how unfit I was, I saw a grey rock that I mistook for a shark and
swam off as quick as I could… (Which wasn’t very quick at all!).

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