I Blame Mal…

Mal and me

The thing I love about breaking my diet is that I can always find someone or something else to take the blame. In this case, I blame Mal Walden. It all started last week on Wednesday night when there were drinks at a pub after he finished reading his final Ten News bulletin. The next day I posted a picture of an empty ice-cream bucket found in the sink that morning…

I call it emotional eating. Mal’s leaving Ten is indeed the end of an era and I’m not immune to the emotions that go along with all of that.

As well, It’s obviously NOT a good time of year to begin a new health mission, what with the plethora of festive occasions that make eating and drinking mandatory. To be quite frank, in the last week I have been nothing short of appalling.

Mal and me last night at his farewell celebration