Cake
So i have a story to share with tumblr. My housemate made a chocolate cake, and cut me off a big slice. Instead of saying ‘no thankyou, i’m not hungry’, i dug straight in. It’s that time of evening when my snack-craving goes up, and my willpower goes down.
BUT, i don’t feel bad. Actually i feel good about myself right now. Why? Cause halfway through, i realised that i don’t need to eat this, finished my forkful (and enjoyed it lots), and then made the conscious decision that i had had enough and stopped eating.
Why am i sharing this? Cause it was a lesson to myself that a slip-up does not mean the end of the world, it doesn’t have to ruin everything and it doesn’t mean i can have an excuse to give up.
