Well, it's been a few days, but that's what I expected to happen. I can't commit to blogging every day - some days it's not possible, other days I have nothing to say and there's no point in saying something about nothing ;)
Today I want to talk about Easter. I don't really remember Easter as a child - I have dim recollections of making Easter cards at school or decorating hats to wear in a parade, but I don't remember if we had Easter Eggs. I suspect not, but will check with parents at some point - my parents weren't keen on us having sweets and chocolate - they were trying to save our teeth - so, of course, we sneaked out and obtained as much as possible, and I ended up with four fillings by the age of 12 ... sigh.
Anyway, since becoming grown-up and in charge of my own food, Easter became another source of food-related angst for me. It started with the arrival in the shops of Cadbury's Creme Eggs and went on via Cadbury's mini eggs (are you detecting a pattern here?!) and through as many Easter Eggs as possible until all the madness was over and I was casting about for my pre-bikini diet. (btw I haven't worn a bikini since I was 18 - but the idea was always there).
This Easter just gone I bought Easter Eggs for daughter and husband and nieces and nephews and one for myself. My parents bought me one as well, so I ended up with 2. On Easter Sunday I sat down with my Easter Egg and a cup of tea and started eating chocolate. I got about 2/3 of the way through the Egg when my 'enough thank you' signal kicked in and I wrapped the rest up for another occasion.
I think this proves that I have finally 'grown-up' when it comes to Easter Eggs and chocolate in general. It's taken over 25 years, but I'm finally there and I'm happy with where I am.
You know I used to envy those people who could have a box of chocolates open in their living room and not eat their way through every single one in one go ... now I find I am one of those people and it feels gooood!
If you want to know how I done it, check out www.beyondchocolate.co.uk it has all the answers.
And so Easter is over and the summer approaches and I will be on the beach in my cossie (not a bikini) whatever shape or size I am, this is me and I will enjoy it - after all, this is the only chance I'll get.