Easter chocolate. I’d say it is my downfall….. but it is just one of many.
Because despite all my protestations and promises to the contrary, I’m still carrying the Christmas cake weight too.
My name is Gemma and I have a problem with food.
The problem is, I like it. All of it. A bloody lot.
But. My trousers don’t fit. Again.
In the old days, I made excuses to myself (it’s the fit don’t you know, they just come up small) and got the next size up. Only experience tells me that this is the road to ruin (or at the very least, the road to a size 22). Because the next size becomes the next size becomes the next size.
So. I need to get back on it. Time for some cardio and time for some better food. I will get back into those trousers.
When I have finished all the Easter eggs though.
I mean I might be a little overweight, but I’m not crazy.
