It's only Day Three, but....

I can feel myself weakening, especially as I've just realised that I have the makings for pancakes in my pantry and fridge. Very dangerous territory!

I'm pretty tired at the moment, especially as my two days off work involved a remarkable amount of work, and I didn't get in as many naps as I should have. I feel like I haven't had a day off since last Wednesday, even though I have had quite a lot of time at home.

I'm hoping that eating better and being generally fitter and healthier might mean that I no longer need that one day per week where I just sleep. I call them "crash days", when I am just incapable of anything other than shuffling from bed to couch and back again. I can feel myself heading for one, if I'm not careful.

But I've made a good start to my return to proper eating, with plenty of fruit and vegetables. I even went without chocolate again today, even though at one point I had decided it would be OK. I'd had my lunch, and had my usual craving for something sweet, but managed to assuage it with some chewing gum, rather than any chocolate. I'm pretty pleased with that.

I came home early today, after having worked through my weekend, and tried to have a sleep, but Fred made noise and I had a couple of phonecalls, and Dexter got possessive about his dinner bowl that he was carrying around... all in all I didn't get much rest.

Being tired and annoyed is the usual time that I indulge myself in bad food, as compensation. I would dearly love some pancakes right now, but I will try, try, try to resist.

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