Confectionary Temptress

 Today has been a standard sort of day as far as my less than motivated calorie controlled diet goes. I try to stick to my aforementioned calorie boundaries, and then mum makes chocolate cake.

Actually...more like two tiered chocolate cake, fully decorated Christmas cake and two trays of millionaires shortbreads (albeit one destined to be destroyed by my aunties family).  She doesn't seem to grasp the concept that in a household of overweight people, one of whom has diabetes, lots of cakes probably aren't the best idea. Especially since said people collectively don't have the willpower to resist a muffin..

Nightmare. I have, however, managed to avoid the cake temptation (instead replacing my sweet cravings with a small slice of Morrisons candy cane bread thing..). Doesn't mean I haven't gone over the old calorie budget though. Not by much, but again the nibbles have caught me off guard. There was a drive by Quality Street incident at work I wasn't quite prepared for (only ate two though..). 

I have done my forty minutes on the bike also, which may or may not have cancelled out said bread...although it probably didn't get the calories I troughed through when chomping on a bag of Co-op brand fancy salt and vinegar crisps. They do have some long winded name but the concept is basically the same...They were pointed out to me from a friend who isn't a lover of salt and vinegar as a rule, but can't get enough of them. I told myself not to try them because if they were as good as he was raving on about, I'd undoubtedly end up eating the whole 700 calorie bag in one go. As it is, they are as good as he says, but it does take me a good three days of sporadic nibbling to get me through them thankfully. I have managed to resist their salty, siren allure (slightly dirtier than I meant that to sound I'll admit..). 

As it is though, today hasn't been a complete bust. It just hasn't been the salady 500 calorie affair it probably should have been. Oh well. I'm just going to sit and digest my late evening spag bol to the merry tune of QI and think of all the lovely leaves I'll no doubt rigorously stick to tomorrow.

Good boo.