Ok, so well done yesterday for me. No ciggs, no wine, 2 hour walk. Reeeelatively primal food.
Today started with a question I sometimes ask myself when I get more than 100g of chocolate as a gift from someone: "Do they wish me well?" Particularly if it's a milk chocolate. To help thinking processes I had to help myself to over 100g of this 400g box of chocolate covered caramel and dehydrated strawberries wrapped in a rose-coloured layer of yougurt. My teeth joined the thinking with squeals of mild complaint. So I had to put the rest of the sugar laden foods into the cupboard and pretend I've never seen them. Maybe I just need to take the rest of it out of the apartment completely?