Aftermath

Dear Diary,

That chocolate was so incredibly good. I don't think I've ever had chocolate so good. The pain of the last two weeks was almost worth the near-orgasmic experience of eating an entire block of chocolate.

I walked into work this morning and couldn't keep my face normal. Simon, Georgia and Karen twigged straightaway. You should've seen the earnest, disappointed looks on their faces. Like facing a cult member who'd strayed from the fold. They were feeling a little betrayed, but willing to forgive. So I confessed to eating a square of chocolate I'd found at the back of the fridge. I actually cried, the emotion was running so high.

So, back to the diet. Salad sandwiches on real wholemeal bread – not that fake dyed-white-bread stuff. I was allowed to add a little mustard, as long as it didn't have any salt or sugar in it. Actually, it was sort of nice – although it could've done with some cheese and meat. Anyone who says salad sandwiches aren't filling hasn't tried this healthy bread... it's like eating lead. Thunk, down into the stomach.