Willpower

Am facing two severe tests of my willpower today. One I have, I think, passed, the other is yet to come. So what am I going on about, I hear you cry! I have decided that I'm fed up with my own laziness and am going to stop being so sodding greedy all the time and diet properly with the one exception that I can order anything I fancy for dinner at the Royal Oak on Tuesdays so that I reduce my temptation to eat crisps. And, so far, it's going pretty well. Then I got in to discover that David, the guy who sits opposite, has got a cooked breakfast from the canteen. The canteen does a bloody good cooked breakfast (as long as you don't eat the scrambled egg) and you can get hash brown, loads of mushrooms, tomato, bacon, sausage and fried egg all for about 1.20. This has been one of my regular problems which has been annoying me. I'm not hungry and I certainly don't need a cooked breakfast but at the smell I suddenly remember how much I like them and really fancy one. In recent weeks that's been enough to send me down to get one but, I'm proud to say, not this morning. I go and get another cup of tea to distract me and now he's finished it and the urge passes. Score.

The other temptation is that when I went to the kitchen last night to make sandwiches for today I discovered that the end of the loaf had gone over. I was already in my dressing gown and I couldn't be arsed to get dressed just to go to Tescos. So today I have to buy a sandwich and the trouble with that is even if I manage to resist the temptation to chuck a packet of crisps in with it my favourite sandwiches are the ones that are huge or dripping with mayonnaise based sauces or have huge wedges of brie in. Maybe I should apply the Royal Oak principle and let myself go to Prêt and get an oregano chicken sarnie on the condition that I don't buy any crisps. Those are quite fattening (twice as bad as what I bring in from home) but would leave me plenty of room for the planned jacket potato this evening.