I feel off the wagon, last night. I know, it is shameful. I am weak. weak, weak.
I ate ice-cream. Vanilla. Three scoops.
Sugar, Sugar, SUGAR! Tormentor thy name is Sugar!
I can just see where this will lead me. Flamingo Tubby Tummy Waddler, homeless, sniffing through garbage bins to lick empty sugar sachets, screaming “my kingdom for a cup of sugar!” into the cold dark night. Woe is me.
It was very nice, though…well worthy of the guilt and self loathing. I hid the rest of the ice cream at the back of the freezer, so that no one can see it.
Except I know where it is …