I've just added my final calories for the day and I'm still 51 below my lower limit.
Yes, reach for your reading glasses by all means (I've got varifocals myself, no way will I ever be able to keep track of two pairs, one is bad enough), I said:
'I am 51 calories below my lower limit.'
Well, what's that about? Perhaps I'm sickening for something?
Suffering from unrequited love?
Let me reassure you, sparkfriend mine, that's not what's going on.
I've just examined the tracker entries carefully and I see where the issue is (can't really call this a problem). I had a low fat croissant for breakfast, a low fat tuna
and cucumber sarnie for lunch, I snacked on plums between times. So far, so sparkily.
Here's the clincher:
Nobody had brought cakes or biscuits into the office.
And that's it, of course. I bought my sandwich for lunch on the way to work, I didn't go anywhere to get led into the path of temptation, I didn't leave work so late I bought a Cornish pasty on the way home (always a danger, these Cornish pasties. They grab you by the nostrils at the station and you can't escape) to eat on the train, I did not drop by the supermarket on the pretext of needing a pint of milk and buy cakes instead.
So I got a sumptuous dinner rather than 300-calories-and-you'd-better-
which is what happens to me all too frequently. I could have had pudding and custard if I'd realised how many calories I had left.
Don't care though, cos I got cheese instead.
And a nice glass of wine.
All in all, this is a very good thing because I'm going out for Posh Afternoon Tea on Friday, so I need to make myself some leeway.
Hm. 51 calories. How many grapes can I get for that?