Crisps

A few nights ago, I broke my promise to never eat crisps again.  I 'gave them up for good' in the last week of January, so breaking the habit of a lifetime.  I had literally not had one until the other night when I succumbed and ate a salt and vinegar crisp sandwich.  Crisps were never meant to get me this way - in my dreams - it's like being pursued my Freddie Krueger but probably less bloody.     I'm very happy to dream about cake (no really, I am), naughty business, and all sorts of things but when crisps come to get me when I'm unconscious they're just not playing my game.  (2 months without crisps and counting)

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Jack_B

keep it up we are proud

Jack_B

keep it up we are proud

Pete
Oh but did they taste AMAZING after such a long absence?

(sorry, I'm not helping, am I?)
Oink
I think that by this point the guilt might kill me. But yes, in my dream they did.
plubby

You have the guilts about an imaginary sandwich?

You nutter ....

Oink
Oh no. Well almost. I just know that if I did eat them the guilt would kill me then.

I tell you what I would like, though - garlic bread. Unfortunately bread's very much cut down at the moment...
plubby

Is it working? I've cut down on proper bread - flatbreads don't seem to be anywhere near as bloaty ...

Mind you, I'm a lazy overeating slob at the mo, so you shouldn't listen to a word I say on food.

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