
Well, Easter chocolate madness is upon us again and wow it can make people behave strangely!
I went to the supermarket with my daughter today and the Easter Egg and chocolate aisles (yes, plural) were jam packed with people pushing and shoving each other to get to the chocolate eggs which were flying off the shelves at an alarming rate.
Forget panic buying of petrol here in the UK, due to the threat of petrol tanker drivers going on strike, this was panic chocolate buying on a grand scale – what if all the eggs went and someone didn’t have a trolley full of them!?
Whilst watching this interesting display of human behaviour, I came up with a radical idea: how about NOT eating any chocolate this weekend?! *GASP*
I know that eating chocolate until we feel physically sick is what’s commercially expected of us, but how about bucking the trend and doing something different? I know, I told you it was radical
Instead of an overpriced chocolate egg, that may or may not come with a novelty mug or soft toy, go and buy yourself something that isn’t edible – a new t-shirt perhaps; a new shade of nail polish (I was drooling over a rather lovely metallic Royal Air Force blue colour today, and would have bought it if it wasn’t for the fact I already have a very similar shade at home); something that will make you feel you’ve treated yourself a little bit and doesn’t contain any calories.
Try it – I guarantee you’ll feel liberated and won’t be full of remorse, counting extra inches on the hips, come Tuesday when Easter has been and gone!
Happy Easter everyone – enjoy the holiday

PS – one week and a few days to go until you can check-in for the JOURNEY!! *EXCITED*



Karen
I’m super excited Sarah! Thanks for the post about chocolate. Here’s something that helped me put things in perspective: “Tomorrow doesn’t care what today’s food tasted like.” That’s gonna help me tomorrow! And the fact that I bought a pair of new “trousers” yesterday that are just a wee bit on the tight side in order to spur me on to the next level of the journey!
My goal pants I’m calling them.
Ann
Karen, I can’t imagine you being even tinier. You are so lean already.