God I miss chocolate

I have embarked on an epic journey of self-deprivation. Fact.

In the quest for a better, leaner, stronger body I've decided to partake in the first "controlled eating regime" of my life and boy do I not like it one little bit.

It's strange as whilst it's entirely my choice to enter into this challenge I can't help but feel cheated (tricked even) out of the things I love and look to for a carb-loaded lift on a daily basis.

But whilst avoiding delicious crusty bread is hard, the whopping great elephant in the room is chocolate. I know it's such a cliche that a girl can't live without chocolate but I believe that nature has chosen cocoa as my methomania and that soft-centred dark chocolate trunk keeps tapping me on the shoulder at regular intervals... PISS OFF DUMBO!

I will try, however, to perk myself up with the smugness that eating well permits. Why only yesterday I managed to spend £18 in my local greengrocer (where it's impossible to spend more than a tenner) and took home my very own harvest festival, imagine my joy!

However it's only day 2 and already I've folded on the no-alcohol rule (but on the flip-side red wine reduces your risk of a heart attack so it's cheating to save my life) but I will self-regulate and eat nothing but steamed veg and a portion of "protein" tonight and no doubt go to bed smug, hungry and a touch more windy than usual.