Day 4: The Witching Hour

The last bit of the day is my culinary undoing. Anytime after 6pm, when I think "I've been so good on this diet today - I'll just have a packet of crisps." And then one packet of crisps turns into another, and a third, until hell, I might as well eat the whole six-pack, as I'm clearly never going to be svelte again.

A lot of people have recommended that I don't keep crisps and biscuits in the house. However, I have a seven-year-old daughter, so it's slightly impractical to buy new food for her every week and then chuck out anything she doesn't eat after she's gone to her dad's. Sadly that means that some of it usually makes its way into my belly. Perhaps I should be impractical after all?

Anyhow, I didn't eat the whole snack cupboard last night. I stuck to 1,200 calories and did a lot of walking. Annoyingly, today I weigh the same as yesterday, though my waist is back down to 32" and my bust 39":



And here are my Apple Watch readings:





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