Hullo, I am writing from the lovely den area of my friends' home as we're spending the weekend here.  I am ever so slightly tipsy and have spent a lot of my evening trying to work off the large bag of Curry flavoured chips I ate earlier by punching away at my friend's stand-up punching bag.  I'm growing very fond of the punching bag, and I think I may need one for myself at home as punching this thing is really surprisingly satisfying. 

I've been a little frustrated lately. I believe this need to punch things stems from that.  I've also been handling this stress by eating chips.  I've wanted chips almost every night this week and finally broke down today.  I don't understand the chip fixation myself but I can't adequately express the joy I had of tearing into that bag.

I'm afraid of getting on the slippery slope of weight gain.  I fear I'm just a donut away.

Must...determine...motivations.  I'll work on that, yeah.  In the meantime, there's some goodies within reach of me and I may partake of one or two things before I buckle down yet again.

Or then again, maybe I won't. 

I'm so undecided.