Right, I got slack and didn't write here at all yesterday (day twenty-nine), so I am going to do my best to remember what I did/ate.
I went for a walk with mum in the morning - we did our usual 5km.
Breakfast: I had some more chocolate pudding (the one made out chia seeds, cashew milk, raw cacao powder, vanilla and maple syrup).
Morning tea: I had lemon balls... I don't remember how many though. And some more of those organic corn chips.
Lunch: I ended up making up another batch of that tuna stuff (tuna, onion and mayonnaise) and had that spread on a couple of corn thins.
Afternoon tea: More lemon balls. I had a couple of pieces of the little man's toast with honey (white bread, gasp). More corn chips. It was one of those days where I just picked all day long and all the meals sort of blended into each other. Some grapes. Maybe other stuff, but I can't remember.
Tea: I had two rye mountain bread wraps with chicken (from Coles), grated carrot, red capsicum, roquette and cheese. Yes, I caved... I'm back on cheese. I also had a spinach and fetta savoury leftover from the party.
Dessert/Late night snack: So, this is where the confession comes in. I had a curly wurly. There was leftover chocolates and other things from the little man's birthday party, and I saw it there earlier in the day... and well, there's no excuse really. I wanted it, I thought about for awhile, and eventually decided to eat it. And you know, it was nice and I enjoyed it, but probably not anymore than I've enjoyed the yummy, healthier versions of chocolate I've tried over the past month. I've been trying to decide if I feel bad or guilty about eating it, and I don't. Maybe because I have no plans to have anything like that again anytime soon? I had some thoughts of having another bit of chocolate, but ended up deciding against it, and have today sent the rest of the junk food leftover from the party with hubby to share around at his work. Out of sight, out of mind.
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