Day 25 : "Sweets and Sherry"

Today, I ate a sweet.

I didn't feel bad.  I didn't worry before eating it that I might subsequently go to Tesco, buy three bags of pear drops and eat the lot.  I just had the one, in the office, as my colleague Lucy was passing around some ridiculously sour sweets and I wanted to try it.  So I sucked it until it was gone, relishing it, and then thought about sweets no more.  Result.

But driving home from work, I did start thinking about alcohol.  I was actually wondering if - having now gone verging on four weeks without a drink - I could become tee-total for good.  And I reckon I could do it right up to Christmas Day.  I'm not craving a beer.  I don't really fancy a glass of wine.  But, I can't imagine Christmas morning without a glass of sherry!  How sad is that?  I think I'm starting to get past that neuro-programmed issue of associating alcohol and good food with having a good time... but turning into an old lady instead.


I've just got back from the gym, where I did my Thursday night triceps and stomach workout and 30 minutes on the cross trainer.  I had that weird experience again, during the 2-minute drive there, of desperately wanting to get in there, even though I'd been there for the previous 24 days.  I was feeling a bit tired before I went, but knew once I got in there it would energise me - and it did.  (A few weeks ago, I never thought I'd be writing stuff like this in a million years!)


My diet today has consisted of:

- Breakfast:  Just a banana.  The apple had turned a bit, so I didn't bother with it;
- Lunch:  A pea and Edamame bean salad, and a tin of mackerel;
- Dinner:  A mackerel salad and some water melon.

Tomorrow afternoon:  I'm going to have a broken wisdom tooth removed at the dentist.  I'm worried that I might get a sudden craving to drink the cup of that nice-tasting purple mouth swill.