Okay, the real reason why I do not advocate cheat days is because, well, I’m cheating every fucking day, aren’t I?

Good grief! Why do I have all this chocolate in the refrigerator?! Well, there isn’t much of it left… They’re all in that kilo I just gained. ARGH!!!

I must be the biggest idiot on the planet. With the worst sugar craving. Also, I’ve run out of trail mix and there is all that damned chocolate in the fridge… And the only way to make it disappear is to eat it, right? Well, it certainly isn’t going to eat itself! Gaaah!!!

It’s a good thing I am writing this because, ummm… a chunk of white chocolate just lodged itself in my mouth. And it’s not even real chocolate! So sad…

But, apart from the chocolate (and the faux chocolate), I’m on a very strict Paleo diet. Really! Um, well, I fell into some cheese last Sunday… Which fell into some truffle honey…

Sigh.

Yeah, yeah.

Well, I’m down to my last two bars. Four, actually, but I will give two away tonight and I promise not to restock the fridge with chocolate ever again. At least, not this refrigerator. The rules do not apply when I am traveling.

I make it sound as if the rules ever apply. Doh.

Ah, just checked the calendar and, yes, PMS. No wonder I have this overwhelming desire to bury my face in a vat of ice cream. Phew. It will pass. I might as well get it over with quickly and have that other bar…