Although that’s not entirely true I did have a little hiccup yesterday, ok it was a hiccup to the value of 2 packs of crisps and another 2 packs of sweet biscuits -warning, do not try the chocolate (ice) gems, moreish does not cover it- so yeah I went until about 2pm when I started to feel a little peckish.

So here is where I made a mistake with yesterday’s routine, I thought I would hold off and have a snack once the boy came home, what I didn’t count on was the chaos that ensues when he arrives home, and especially yesterday he was in a right sulk about a toy he couldn’t find, might I add he had never really played with this toy! So yeah it was a bit disrupt but still I soldiered on and had my piece of banana cake.

But when that didn’t feel like it had hit the sides on the way down, and the boy now nagging me about something else. I raided the cupboard, big style it was only until I’d finished off with a peanut butter sarnie that I managed to stop myself from eating any more. On a plus note though I didn’t let myself stop at the garage on the way to picking Steve up, it’s become easier and easier to do that recently.

I pop into the supermarket with the excuse of needing something for home, and then I spend twice as much on chocolate to eat on the drive to the station. BUT yesterday I didn’t let myself do that. And held out until dinner (ok it was macs, but hey ho) still better than me sitting in front of the tv with crisps and chocolate.

So after thinking it through I think the mistake was letting myself get too hungry, and thinking I would be able to come home and relax once the boy is out of school. So today I am going to try and sit down before I pick him up for a cuppa and something nice. That way it should of had time to hit my stomach before I leave, and if I do go a bit crazy like yesterday I actually have less time to fit it all in.

It’s a bit like why I am having the brunch in the morning, it’s so I’m not as grouchy when I’m doing the horses and I think the same goes with the boy. If I’m not desperately thinking about food when he comes home I can focus more time and attention on him, which ultimately is what I want for both of them. It’s just hard when my stomach seems to take all my attention and thinking abilities.

Still I am pleased with yesterday, I got a good load done on the yard and pretty much didn’t stop until I came in to pick the boy up.