Well, I know I pretty much had a skinful on Saturday night, but I didn't expect it to turn into poundage already. Which means I fully expect next weeks scales to be rather less forgiving than today's, having told me one of the pounds I had lost has found it's way home. Little fucker.

I am totally gutted.

I am sitting here, drinking my tea, thinking of all the other things I can cut out of my diet. What the hell is left? Perhaps smaller portions is the way to go, but - christ - I am already starving by the time the next meal comes along. Hmm, I guess less hungry between meals than I was when I started the diet, so perhaps my stomach needs to shrink a bit more.

I could always knock my half a sugar in my tea down to a quarter. Or maybe drink fewer cups - drink water instead ... that is bound to be better for me as well. Just not so much damn fun.

Why the hell can't chocolate be better for you than freakin apples?