After my accidental chocolate brownie, I was determined to eat better for the rest of the week.
However, the no alcohol rule was threatening to seriously disturb my nights out. A cheeky few on a Saturday night would be fine, surely?
A few turned into a lot, though. No takeaway meant I was still craving something greasy the day after and I fear that I caved when walking past a McDonalds.
It's fine, I told myself, looking into my reflection through the doors of the fast food outlet.
I could tell that I had more of a definition in my hip-area and my belly certainly didn't over-hang anymore.
Also, I managed to fit myself into a size 10 dress, something I haven't achieved since I was 15.
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