It's that time of year again. I hate it muchly. There I am, walking around Tescos with good intentions, buying organic everything, lots of veg, yadda yadda...
You see, this is what I hate about supermarkets. When you're trying to be SO good, New year, new silly diet, new thinking... and then they go and put chocolate next to the tuna cans, for example. Just hanging there. It's the same with pork scratchings hanging around the alcohol. We're doomed.
So, I assessed my shopping on the food belt whilst getting ready to pay. I always do. I like to nose around at other people's purchase choices, mentally tell them off for buying cheap barn eggs, or frozen meals. Tsk. Tsk. I looked at my choices, happy with what I was about to buy. Bar one. A rather obese packet of mini eggs was sitting next to some organic eggs and potatoes. Hm. Do I push them aside, like a brave Cake Girl would? Or do I keep them? I'm ill, and need some comfort....
I must have looked like a nutter.
Let's face it, that yellow bag was gonna come home with me and get eaten. I stood no chance.
What was even funnier, is when the mini eggs 'fell' into my trolley, a guy was asking and fighting the same question in his head. I sort of giggled, because I found it reassuring it wasn't just me who was responding to these little eggs.
Anyway.... I'm writing this post, scoffing the packet as I go.... I feel ever so guilty! But hell... I've got to try on a bridesmaid dress tomorrow..... EEEEK!
Gym starts next week.... Until then..... *nom nom nom nom*
(and yes, I've thought about naming the new pooch mini egg..... no.)
Much love,
CG xxx
PS - Have you ever tried 'non' Cadbury's mini eggs? Yeh. Crap aren't they?
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