Soooo I seem to have unwittingly entered into a challenge.
Last night after my second bowl of ice-cream and third cheese puff (following popcorn,slushy, m&ms and whispers at movies) I decided I needed to look at my eating habits again.
I’m starting to feel like those ads …bloated,sluggish,gianormous… And figure I needed a detox. (To kick start my healthy eating and what not-and maybe loose a kg or so)
So I announced to the husband as well as friends on bbm that I’m attempting the detox again (the one I failed so miserably at earlier this year-yes that one).
It’s pretty easy to decide these things with myself because if I fail, so what? I only have myself to answer to, and I’m quite forgiving of myself actually 🙂
The problem came in when this morning, quite out of nowhere, the husband decided he wants to join in, sort of a moral support thing and because he too has been eating like a pregnant lady (we are bad influences on each other)
I laughed because I figured with him being such a foodie he had even less chance of making through the seven days, this insinuation insulted him and he is more determined than ever to show me up. CRAP!
Now I kinda have to go all the way (or at least outlast him) because if I don’t, I will never hear the end of it…
Wish me luck