I was doing really well until last night...

I can't remember in detail, but I had a reasonably good weekend. The only bad things I ate were extra chocolates (about 12 over 3 days), an English muffin with mushroom pate on, and my dinner was very large on Sunday, with extra celeriac and potato mash. I didn't drink, but I did no exercise whatsoever either. I only went out of the house once all weekend, and that was only to go to the cinema (went to see The Aviator, which was good, but SO long). I was in essay hell the rest of the time.

But, yesterday, I was home alone as M working away and ate the whole of a bottom layer of a box of chocolates! Even the strawberry fondant. What's that all about then?

Must do better.