Arse. All the fruit has gone, I've drank plenty of fluid and yet I'm still lusting after chocolate. This time the attack is not coming head-on from the Snickers, but instead from the flanks of the lovely chocolate-chip flapjacks we have in the kitchen at work.
Maybe a cup of coffee will satisfy my need to have *something*. Or maybe it's the desire to be satisfied that is the root of this whole problem?
Anyways, I'm not going to bottle it. Not on my first day of blogging my diet - no siree bob. It's going to be a longgggggggggggg 2 hours.
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