April 6th 2021
Today I feel like I’ve eaten two Easter eggs. Because I have.
I do a great job of never buying chocolatey snacks for the exact reason I ended up eating both eggs tonight: if it’s there, I’ll eat it.
I’ve come home from visiting my parents with two Easter eggs, and they’re both gone within a day.
I purposefully cooked a dinner with a fuck load of veg because I felt like I needed some goodness in my life, and then I undid it all by eating two Easter eggs.
I feel like at this point I’ve put “I’ve eaten two Easter eggs” in every paragraph, but because it’s all I can feel, it’s all I can think.
Until tomorrow, to be honest, I could probably stomach another one.