Am proud of myself. Really fancied a treat last night and was busy eyeing up my Hotel Chocolat Easter Eggs, but in the end decided I'd rather have a loss that the sugar so didn't give in to temptation. We'll ignore the fact I didn't say no to the whisky, though! I did, however, have a couple of potato scones with dinner, but I'd had so little all day that I doubt they did too much harm. Plus, I was in a can't be bothered food re dinner, DP suggested scrambled eggs (in a "something that's not too much bother) kind of way, but I had trouble deciding on something to go with them. And, at least eating the scones meant something less going into the compost bin. So, in total. My day looked like:
B: 2 cups of coffee
L: v small bowl of mushroom soup
D: 2 eggs scrambled with butter and double cream, dried chives, and cheese, with two potato scones and a splash of ketchup.
S: 2 straight whiskies
Have realised Fridays are my downfall. Am so tired and stressed I really need to plan something I can just throw in the oven. (I know DP could sort something, but he's not a cook, would end up using something I had plans for, it wouldn't be LC and I'd feel I had to do the dishes, which I hate doing!)
I've had some Skye and double cream for breakfast today, together with a coffee and then a cappuccino. I'm going to make a warm salad for dinner with halloumi, with a side serving of FatHead focaccia. Can't wait!