And so the kingdom was lost - well this sums up my story. I woke up this morning determined to eat healthy and started my day with a glass of warm water for breakfast.
Lunch time arrived, having wrapped itself in a cloudy mist of nothingness and disappeared before I could realise. I had controlled my pangs of hunger until then and eaten a very healthy meal.
By afternoon, I thought that I had been such a good girl that I could surely reward myself with a packet of baked potato chips. And so the down slide began. After an hour, I thought that a donut could do me no harm, so I ordered two - triple chocolate flavour.
Then I had a mocha ice cream shake because I wanted a drink.
Then I had a papdi chat because I wanted to eat something Indian. The papdi chat was ordered from a sweet shop and I ended up buying a few ladoos and gulab jamuns (all for tomorrow)
By the time I got back home, I thought one gulab jamun could do me no harm and ate a ladoo and a gulab jamun.
As I write this, there is still some time for dinner and I am willing myself not to eat anything more tonight.
Moral of the story: Never skip breakfast.