I didn't have to sleep in the office with the mice yesterday - which can only be a good thing. But I did feel bitter and resentful this morning when John Humphries announced on the Today programme what a lovely day people had had yesterday with "work and school cancelled". Humph. I got an extra hour off to get home but that's it. I really need to move to the country...
Good behaviour over the last couple of days - mostly very good on the food (ie not eating too much of what I'm not supposed to), ran yesterday and today and pushed the speed up a little today too, climbed the escalator, didn't succumb to cold weather treats yesterday (see hot chocolate, whipped cream and marshmallows) and managed to battle inner demon calling for a 2nd square of chocolate again last night.
Bad behaviour - a couple of treaty morsels snuck in and I ate in front of my computer last night - as I had it at home in case of more snow today - so mindlessly.
It's odd how managing to stay largely (and I choose my word with care) on the side of the virtuous makes me feel somehow clean inside. Either you'll understand what I mean or you'll think I'm bonkers. Or possibly both.
Tomorrow I have the day off work to bake for my swansong smack table. I'm making a triple lemon cake, a chocolate cake and probably brownies (with mini dime bars, marshmallows and crushed crunchie bar in) if I can get all the bits. I bought mini Dime bars in Ikea (the only place that seems to sell Dime bars) and for my own sanity (and "waist"line) I think I need to get rid of them - and I'm only likely to do that by baking them into brownie form. I won't be running tomorrow, but aside from some inevitable bowl licking (and I have a super efficient spatula so there shouldn't be much left to scrape off), I should be able to have a day of calm away from the perils of the smack table. And then only 2 days until I leave its evil seduction behind me forever.