Not my fault

Another week passes and I've put on 2 pounds, what's that all about? There's got to be some sort of conspiracy against me losing weight. Perhaps the shops that sell clothes for larger men are feeling the effects of losing my business and have got together to ruin my diet, I wouldn't put it past them.

I think they've been going around subsidising all the high-calorie food in the supermarkets as there seems to be bargains everywhere at the moment, mainly on cakes, puddings, sausages and bacon. I'm a sucker for a bargain, if it's half-price, I'll have it. Even if something's of no use, I'll get it anyway just in case. It always ends up in the cupboard alongside the betamax video-recorder I bought last year.

I spotted some pots au chocolat at half-price, they weren't just any pots au chocolat, they were... well you know the rest. I picked them up hoping that they were 50 calories each; unfortunately they were more like 400. I gestured to put it back hoping that my wife would come up with an excuse to keep them; she reminded me what a bargain they were and they went straight back in the trolley, so it's her fault not mine.

I've started to pick at food again. My success so far has been sticking to meals and having nothing in between. There's been leftover Birthday cake lying around the house this week taunting me, I'm always finding excuses to walk past so I can pick off a bit more icing.

When things haven't turned out as I'd like them to, I tend to feel that it wasn't my fault, after-all, I tried hard to make it go right. When I think about it though, i notice that I'm shifting the blame, it's not my wife's fault and there isn't a conspiracy against me; I'm making the errors, I need to learn from them or I'll never lose the weight.