I don’t know what it is about being in God’s own county – it all went horribly wrong in a lovely tasting way from about the first weekend onwards. Yorkshire is cakes and sweet things – amazing local bakers, local stalls, cake in the office, cake on walks. I didn’t eat that much cake before. No more dark chocolate either, I think I have eaten my annual allowance in a very short space of time.
I didn’t fall off the diet wagon completely but added some unnecessary additions. It hasn’t made a difference to weight because of all the exercise I’ve been doing – but have decided to set a new challenge that with the exception of if/when I meet family – no cake or chocolate until Christmas. And no crisps from tomorrow onwards either, or chips or anything else bad that begins with c or another letter of the alphabet (except cheese).
None, however healthily prepared, not a morsel, not a crumb, not a molecule.
Hopefully by then the discipline of not eating them will put things straight. And studying biology. Ecosystems don’t have cake in them. Time for new cells to flourish