Essay writing blues

(From 10th September)

I finally got round to replacing my scales at the weekend, it was quite scary unpacking them. I couldn't help but think about the bag of doughnuts and the doner kebab that had tempted me in the previous weeks. I felt like a cheating husband unpacking the lie detector that was going to expose his misdeeds. I laid them out in front of me, jogged on the spot for a moment to rid a couple more picograms, braced myself and stepped on very carefully so as not to skew the results of my first weigh in for a month. I looked down and was greeted with the news that I had lost 10 pounds, that is a total of just under 2 stone since I started weighing myself so probably about 3 and a bit in total, not bad eh?

The celebration didn't last long as I had to do an essay for my degree that I'd been putting off for days. I've handed every one in late this year so I couldn't do it again. There's no time to cook or prepare a meal when I'm studying so I end up picking throughout the day. This time was different though, the morning's good news was to spur me on to do the right thing. I took a break, something I rarely do when writing, and picked up a sandwich. It didn't help, I was still craving sugary snacks and it was significantly affecting my concentration. I didn't give in, if I hadn't had the good news that morning I probably would have.

I'm off on holiday to France next week. French food is too good for me to be on a diet, I've heard good things about the 'brochette de viande dans une pitta'. I wonder what kebabs are like in France?