And damn they were good.
My will power cracked (I blame a generous co-worker who was offering round crisps, it was a slippery slope/walk to the vending machine once I got a taste for the CRAP) and I'm not proud of it. To be honest I'm amazed I lasted as long as I did, and throw in a double shift and freezing cold curl up and comfort eat weather and I cracked.
Rubbish excuses I know but everyone needs a cheat day and maaaan did I need a cheat day. What surprised me was how unbelievably guilty I felt afterwards, almost weak for not lasting the 14 days, which isn't a relationship I want to have with food. So a slight relaxing of the rules (fruit is coming back into my life with a vengeance) is in order. This is about healthiness and guilt over chocolate and crisps is not healthy, hopefully some natural sugars will stop me hitting the cocoa kind.
On the plus side this could be the kick start my metabolism needs, I'm on the second week slow down and HATING not seeing a difference to my body each morning. There, justified it. Almost.
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