I wake glad to be starting a new project today, but not at all in the mood for chocolate. Unless wrapped in french pastry, it’s just not a breakfast food.
Through three full shopping bags I fish for the least breakfast-inappropriate option.
While I miss a hot drink with breakfast, it isn’t long until I’m sipping a mocha at my weekly coffee with Nan. When I decline the offered banana bread, Mum asks a little mockingly if I’m watching what I eat. “In a sense, yes”, I say, and explain my plan. Unsurprisingly, the parents are not fans. Specifically, Mum tells me to “get a life”. I resist retorting that people in gingerbread houses shouldn’t pour cold water.
After lunch, a low-level queasiness settles in. The same feeling as when you’ve eaten too much rich cake at a birthday celebration.
A half-litre bottle of mocha bumps the queasiness up to mild stomach cramps. I spend some time lying on the lounge, half watching a crappy movie. For a while I lie there doing nothing but smelling the steak my housemate is cooking. First time I’ve done that.
Daily Kilojoules, Day 1
|Target||Consumed||% of Daily Target Consumed|
Food Diary, Day 1
|Breakfast||Freddo Frog x2, fun-size Mars Bar (2), Salted Caramel (2), Flake (2), Snickers (3)|
|Lunch||Tim Tam (2); Freddo Frog; fun-sized Salted Caramel (2), Picnic (2), Flake (1)|
|Snacks||Cold mocha; hot mocha; gluten-free Choc Fudge Brownie; fun-size Snickers(2)|
|Dinner||Gluten-free Choc Fudge Brownie (2.5); Tim Tam; Choc Mint Creme biscuit; Mars Bar Pods; M&Ms.|