I don’t know how it happens. I wake up in the morning, telling myself that today I’m going to eat healthily, and by the time I’m back in bed my plans have been obliterated. Today, somehow, I managed to scoff FOUR puddings. A bowl of crunchy cinnamon oats, drowning in natural yoghurt; a Cadbury’s Boost (not traditionally known as a pudding, but with pudding-like levels of biscuit, caramel and chocolate); a cold Belgian waffle (thrust upon me by a well-meaning colleague); and an island of tiramisu, surrounded by dunes of drinking chocolate.
I feel almost guilty. Almost.
Perhaps one day I will learn some restraint. Hopefully before the diabetes sets in.