I've started a new job you see and it's keeping me rather busy, and frustrated in equal measures.
You may remember that I was on the "smug" eating plan a while back, which I was doing moderately well at sticking to, however the commencement of my "dream job" has turned my healthy eating into something of a nightmare.
I love chocolate. I need chocolate. In hindsight I should really have taken a career path in chocolate tasting / sourcing / producing (is there a degree in that?). But as I missed that sugary boat the next best thing is working on one of the world's biggest and best chocolate brands. "Heavenly" I hear you cry, and yes it would be if I wasn't on this sodding healthy eating plan.
Every day is a test of will, requiring an ungodly amount of restraint, as not only am I talking about, writing about and looking at pictures of chocolate but I'm also surrounded by it.
To illustrate this point around half a tonne of chocolate turned up just this morning for "office consumption" and such is the fervor of today's specific craving that I don't trust myself to even unpack it and lock it into the cupboard of lovliness.
I feel jealous when people around me eat it with such abandon. However I know that chocolate is my nicotine so I fear that once I open the door to it, even just a crack, I will become obsessed with it, stealing cheeky bites out of a bar in my desk drawer when no-one is looking or going outside to guzzle without judgement.
Right now I don't know how this story will play out, but I can only hope that I don't end up on "embarassing fat bodies" with a BMI of 35 and an inability to see my monkey's forehead. Pray for me.
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