I need to buy a lottery ticket. I lost .2kg (.4lbs) despite a week that included eating an entire small pizza (plus a slice of my boy's pizza) in one sitting plus beer, chocolate, SmartFood, a large bucket of movie popcorn and chocolate chip cookies.

Ironically enough, my high school's Latin motto was 'Potens Sui'.

It means 'self-control'.

Oh, how it makes me laugh...

That no-fail environment shit is the way to go, I'm telling you.

Because if I have crap in the house, I'm going to inhale it.

Admittedly, I exercised well all this week (half hour walk every day plus half an hour of resistance/weight work three times a week), ate good breakfasts and mainly had vegie soup for lunch.

But while I intended the Mint Slices and Tim Tams and other assorted rubbish for my boy and his visiting friend, deep down I knew I'd be shlorking them down as well.

I don't want to deprive them, but I just can't keep my hands out of the stuff if it's around. I have no self-control.

That's not entirely true, I have selective self-control. I can be good if I really, really want to, but a lot of the time, given the choice between 100gms on the scales and a chocolate biscuit, I'm going to take the biscuit.

That old saw 'nothing tastes as good as being slim feels' is just BS. Some days nothing tastes as good as what I want in my mouth right now.