Or ... There's Always Tomorrow...
Very early start this morning.
Had to take Witch (the 'Do Not Break The' Dog) to her specialist vets which is an hour and a half's drive away and needed to a) get up earlier than I did, b) get kids' lunches ready, and c) get No.3 child delivered to dear friend who would forward my Precious Parcel to school at the designated time.
So - no time to eat.
(Also I wanted to show solidarity with Witchy who was on a starvation diet. Bless.)
The night before as I sat in bed - Kindle switched on and braced for being unceremoniously dropped as I inevitably fell asleep almost instantaneously - I pledged that, starting today, I would re-embrace my Healthy Eating Plan.
I think most of us have been here - waistband a little more snuggly than before, summer holiday swimsuit beckoning...
And so, in the spirit of sharing, I give you what I had eaten by 12.30pm. Yes - with more than half the day left to go. I am not proud.
Breakfast : a cup of coffee, no sugar.
Journey to vets : nothing
Journey home from vets:
A packet of Jalepeno Flavour Tortilla chips
A Chicken Fajita Slice
A Frijj Milkshake (Bought by Mr W who then opted instead for a fruit smoothie, so I had to drink it, didn't I?)
A Belgian Bun
I would like to add that everything was shared between Mr W and I (except the Frijj, which I dealt with single-handedly *yay*).
Now, I could choose to view this as an Epic Fail.
I could swish my petticoats, declare that Tomorrow Is Another Day . . .
. . . and order a Dominos Pizza for dinner.