There has been a big packet of Maltesers in my freezer for weeks now. I bought it when the kids asked for Malteser cake for their birthday’s but then they changed their minds and the chocolate stayed in the freezer. And I’ve been resisting it for weeks. Not really caring because like I’ve said before I don’t have that much of a sweet tooth. But yesterday it was all I could think about. I tried to justify it, tried to rationalise it but of course I couldn’t. Just the same, I was eating those Maltesers come hell or high water. There was nothing I could do to stop myself. I was a force to be reckoned with.
So I took the bag out of the freezer and they were bliss. For the first few at least. Maybe even a few after that. I ended up consuming half the packet before realising I really wasn’t enjoying them any more. So I melted the rest of them down the sink and felt sick. A couple of hours later the stomach cramps began and I spent some considerable time on the toilet. So apparently my body just rejected all that sugary crap even if my mind wasn’t strong enough. Lesson learned. Then this morning, I got my period. And that, boys and girls, is enough explanation for me. Next month I’ll battle harder.