Evil thoughts

I’m jettisoning my evils – as in “lesser of two evils”, except I have about 20 and none of them are lesser - when the school holidays end. Well, all of them bar one. I don’t think I could survive without one evil to sustain me.  I’m still deciding what my evil should be. I’m thinking it might be alcohol. I’ve grown rather attached to alcohol since becoming a stay-at-home mum. Husband is leaning towards Diet Coke, after spending endless hours with me on our road trip. He says I am much chattier and more interested in him after consuming 375ml of Diet Coke. I ask lots of questions and listen to the answers. I was wondering why he was so eager to purchase it for me at service stations. Service stations are a source of many evils. I bought a giant Kit-Kat and some sort of Cadbury Marvellous Creations bar for the road trip and I’ve been secretly scoffing bits when Husband and the Sprogs aren’t looking. I think there’s one finger of Kit-Kat left. I’ll be slipping it into my gob on the drive to the vineyards this morning. Then that’s it for chocolate. Though I might make an exception for Lindt 85% because it has medicinal properties or anti-oxidants or something. Bread is definitely going. I am preparing for its passing by eating slices as big as my head - cut from a fresh cob – for breakfast every morning, slathered in peanut butter. Peanut butter will be going too.  And pasta. And salted cashews. And everything else nice. Why? Because all my clothes are getting really tight. The zipper keeps sliding down on my cargo pants. It’s depressing. I’m going to experiment and see if showing restraint is less depressing than my pants not fitting. I’ll let you know. But not until after the school holidays. I don’t think restraint and school holidays go together. You just do whatever it takes to get through.

WHAT’S YOUR FOOD VICE? GOT ANY TIPS FOR DITCHING MINE?