This is a picture of a Cornish Pasty. A Cornish Pasty that is as broken as my diet was today. There is nothing else to say about today other than I blew it. Big time. Massively. Hugely. If they were giving out gold medals for ‘complete diet failing’ I’d be there, on the podium, holding my rather bloated tummy in.
I did breakfast well. I did lunch well. And then I went to meet a friend from Australia at a seaside resort called Clacton. One sniff of sea and my brain went into holiday mode. Five hours later I’d consumed my alloted daily calorie allowance in the form of lager and lime, and the part of my brain reading the calorie count on the pub menu was laughing at it as it ordered Cornish Pasty, chips and beans! Now often this is enough to make me think ‘oh blow it all, I’ll start again on Monday’ but it turned out fate was going to intervene……tune in tomorrow, for what happened (insert jaunty theme music here)
image: istockphoto.com © EddWestmacott