Monday, I start the new 'diet'. So, obviously, in the period between now and then, I'm going to eat absolutely everything that crossed my path. That's edible, not like eating the cat or the kids or anything. Unless I get really hungry.
Trying to lose weight when breastfeeding is, in my previous experience, like shovelling snow when it's still snowing. Even though I have an arse that could feed a small third world country for a good couple of weeks, my body seems determined to hang onto those calories in case a famine hits Fife. And with the recent freak snow, maybe my body subconsciously knows that it is entirely possible that we may not be able to get to tesco for 48 hours.
I'm starving, just after having tea, just at the thought of cutting back to dust and the odd jaffa cake in a couple of days. Best finish off all of the christmas chocolate to save me being tempted.
ETA (at 20.27pm) - I'm not on the diet yet and I'm ready to chew eat my own feet. This does not bode well.
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