That would be me.
Having pretty much starved myself most of yesterday in order to try one of the cupcakes I was baking for my god-daughter's birthday, and all the fretting and counting and scheming and worrying about the various food opportunities I'll face today, I then ate (a bit last night but mostly this morning) all the left over buttercream stuff topping from aforementioned cupcakes. It was a lot. About a large mugful I'd say.
Even if I could track this, I don't think I could bear to. I suspect that that alone would be more than my total points allocation for the day. And although I've got quite a few exercise points banked, its not the, er, point. I feel sick - physically and emotionally. I toyed with skipping breakfast to make up for it (yup, ate most of this before breakfast) but since it's mushrooms braised in extra strong marmite (US readers look away now!) on a piece of dry toast, I figure this won't take me anywhere but a huge sugar crash. I'm probably headed for that anyway. But I'm on here to stop myself eating more - as soon as I'd finished the last sickly spoonful, my thoughts were already turning to what I could eat next, since I'd 'blown it' already, and revising my plans for the rest of the day to have whatever I wanted (rather than the healthiest, lowest cal choices). I'm going to try to stick with my original plans for here on in and accept that I'm not likely to see a loss for another week (this time of course, it'll be my own fault). It's not a happy thought to blend with the sugar-shakes I'm experiencing.
On the positive side, at least the cupcakes were pretty good actually - this is the first time I've baked cupcakes and I always worry that whatever I've made won't be very nice. With cupcakes of course, you can actually try one. Although whether they'll think 22 is an odd number to bring.... (bf had one too of course!). They (the cupcakes) didn't behave as they were supposed to so I'm glad that they are nice anyway.
Finally, Amy - OF COURSE I forgive you! Nothing to forgive actually. You just scared me, that's all! My creme brulee was a pretty small one but thanks for the warning - I won't go there again (says she of the buttercream mountain).