So yesterday was somewhat more difficult given that I had a full day work event followed by Christmas Dinner and drinks. But, I came away not completely disappointed in myself – quite surprisingly.
I did not indulge in any of the huge pile of biscuits and chocolates that were available on arrival which I thought was a real victory given that in the past I would have been the one that opened them and got stuck in first.
I cannot say the same of big fat Simon though, he rumbled into the room, reached across the table exposing his hairy arse crack, proclaimed “Ooh biscuits” and tucked in. Perhaps that’s the key to appetite suppression. Every time you’re tempted to eat squirty cream straight from the can you have to look at a picture of a large man’s hairy toilet equipment.
At lunchtime I ate only the same as a normal person, avoiding the cream cakes and sticking to a couple of sandwiches and the treat of a frightfully small piece flap jack for pudding. I did get a queer look from a couple of people when I was spotted eating a fruit kebab thing and a couple of carrot sticks and some hummus. Rather than admitting to being on a diet I explained that I was saving myself for the Christmas dinner later on.
All I really wanted to do was smash cream buns into my face in the toilet where no one could judge me.
Dinner was ordered months ago so there was not much I could do and I had a lovely pumpkin soup starter. I seem to have then ordered a burger followed by Christmas pudding. I remembered some of the encouragement I have received on here and decided to not eat the chips (fries). This would have worked had they cleared the table sooner, but they took a while so by the time they did I had eaten half. But not eating half is something I would never have done before. I would have eaten all of mine and then coveted other peoples chips. Pretty sure the bible has strong views on such things. As good as I felt about it I could think of nothing else when I got home and had real regret over not eating them.
So all in all a way better day than I had expected.
This afternoon I am thinking of popping to the hypnotist to see whether they can help me get the image of big Simon’s dirty parts out of my head.
Have a good weekend!