The Cheesecake Fiasco

Right so we go away for the weekend. Did not really do much exercise (just one session at the local football oval). On the Sunday I decided that because "The Fatty Boomba Challenge" was starting on Monday, I would have a packet of potato chips. 

You see, for this challenge, I want to stay on track with my eating and not have anything bad for the 6 weeks. So I have the chips. Then David takes the kids to the carnival and comes back with a bucket of hot chips for me. (See the Pic) I LOVE hot chips. In fact, I love potato in any shape or form.

If you are what you eat, then I am a potato. (I do look kind of like a potato now that I mention it. Seriously.)

So Monday comes around and I am determined to get off to a good start. David's brother and his wife were coming to have lunch with us so I made salad and we BBQ some meat and have healthy wraps. Awesome. Then Vanessa (his wife) pulls out a cheesecake. What the? 

I panic. I do not want to tell them I am on a diet. I don't know why, I am sure they know I am fat. It is a bit hard to overlook. So I have some. Then I don't want to offend them so I have the whole piece. (As a side note, they both ate more than me and they are NOT fat)

After they leave I look up the calories in a slice of cheesecake and it is 390!!!!! Faaark.

I had to be strong and not do what I usually do and think "oh well, I have blown it now I may as well eat everything in fucking sight."

And since then, I have been very good, even working out, but the scales are not being my friend and I am blaming that friggin' cheesecake.