So, I'm finding this week quite hard... my brain seems to think that a couple of nights out = no need to worry about the rest of the week!
It's probably because it's my last week at work - I'm leaving (due to redundancy) on Friday, so it's a bit of a rollercoaster week emotionally!
Anyway, here's the debate I was having with my inner little devil on the way home from Christmas shopping tonight... I was starving, as it was 7.30pm and I hadn't eaten...
Little Devil: 'Go on, stop at the chippy, you know you want chips!'
Me: 'No, I WILL be strong!'
LD: 'But it's late and you're hungry...'
Me: 'I know, but I'm not having chips!'
LD: 'Go on, just a small portion, only about 12 syns... and then have some fish and don't eat the batter...'
Me: NO, NO, NO....but that does sound nice...maybe once wouldn't hurt!'
LD: 'Yeeeeesssss, that's the spirit, I won't tell anyone!'
Me: 'Hmmm, chips...'
LD: 'Yes, chips, all hot and greasy with loads of salt and vinegar, you could even eat them straight from the paper...'
Me: 'NO, well, I suppose I could have oven chips when I get home, yes, that's what I'll do!' :angel09:
Action cuts to kitchen:
Me: 'Aaaaghhh, no ****** oven chips!'
LD: 'Ahahahahahahahaha! Told you you should have stopped at the chippy!'
Me: 'Oh well, left over syn-free curry and basmati rice it is then...'
LD: 'GRRRRRRRR! Oh well, I tried my hardest...
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VICTORY WAS MINE!!!! (But it was a pretty close call!)