Sunday's damage: half a bottle of red wine, followed indecently quickly by half a tub of Haagen Dazs cookies-and-cream ice cream. It was all going so well! But red wine softens up your self-control something terrible and suddenly anything is possible, and you live in a world in which everything is wonderful and no one gets fat.
It doesn't help that I live right above a supermarket which seems to be open all hours. It's not a very good supermarket, mind, but it's got a large freezer cabinet full of different types of Haagen Dazs ice cream (including Chinese versions, which don't appear to be fakes, in Aduki Bean and Green Tea flavours).
If the supermarket sold Wotsits, I'd truly be damned.
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