Ah, it's that time of year again! It's the second most important excuse for over-eating in the year; the crown goes to Christmas, of course.
Surprise, surprise; it's always the same. I remember last year, swearing that I'd never do this to myself again while grabbing my stomach in pain. And I did all again, and I knew perfectly well last year that the exact same thing would happen.
Despite the discomfort it caused, I continued to keep stuffing that stupid chocolate egg into my face, barely tasting as it went down, because part of me loves being able to just scoff without feeling guilty because, hey!, it's Easter and everyone does it.... right? Well, except anorexics. And health fanatics.
Argh, diet starts soon because lately I've been slowly but surely gaining weight. But just let me finish my egg...! And... those chocolate buttons! And those really really REALLY good Creme Eggs.... Excuse while I drool over the keyboard.
Surprise, surprise; it's always the same. I remember last year, swearing that I'd never do this to myself again while grabbing my stomach in pain. And I did all again, and I knew perfectly well last year that the exact same thing would happen.
Despite the discomfort it caused, I continued to keep stuffing that stupid chocolate egg into my face, barely tasting as it went down, because part of me loves being able to just scoff without feeling guilty because, hey!, it's Easter and everyone does it.... right? Well, except anorexics. And health fanatics.
Argh, diet starts soon because lately I've been slowly but surely gaining weight. But just let me finish my egg...! And... those chocolate buttons! And those really really REALLY good Creme Eggs.... Excuse while I drool over the keyboard.
