Well, true to form, as soon as my emotions start to surface I want to stuff my face… so yesterday I do confess to making several food choices that weren’t exactly brilliant for me…

Started off with a couple of slices of wholemeal toast with errrm… a lot of butter, sliced fresh tomatoes with some seasoning and tabasco on top.  WAS delicious and cos of the tomatoes I was happy to ignore the fact that I’d had toast and a load of animal lard too.   Cue some RL issues and I came home and remembered some chocolate icecream stashed in the freezer – despite my daughter Chloe’s best attempt at eating the entire tub the night before.  And yes, I got it out – thought about it, then thought fk it and ate it then after the initial sugar rush wore off I spent the rest of the afternoon feeling guilty and then of course decided I couldn’t be arsed to make my green juice for lunch, didn’t drink my water and then scoffed thai chicken curry and rice – only just managing to resist downing wine too.

Why am I sharing this? Because I am not perfect but having a crappy day does not mean I’ve given up.

I woke up this morning – late – didn’t go for a run but thought to myself,  don’t worry! The sun is shining and I have time to make a juice for breakfast which will get me back on track and that is exactly what I did.

And you know what, I’ve been drinking my water and peeing for England,  I’ve eaten a banana and an apple and houmous with orange capsicum for lunch – am at my sister’s – and I don’t feel hungry or deprived and I’m not beating myself over the head.  Instead I’m congratulating myself for what I’m doing right now… and who knows.. this time next year maybe I’ll just be exactly where I want to be