It may have been the mini cupcakes.
Perhaps the crackers and cheese.
Could have been the chocolate-dipped strawberries.
Maybe the choccie truffles.
Lets not forget the pizza and wedges.
Or the mid-morning munched chocolate.
Sigh.
RAID. IS. OFFICIALLY. OVER.
I lasted 2.5 days.
Hahahaha… bloody hopeless.
PS: Cracked out sexy new lingerie last night post-wedges and pizza and still felt like a smokin’ hot men’s mag covergirl wannabe. If that’s not “eating like a hot chick”, I don’t know what it is. Forget the pound of spinach for dinner though – I’m about two steps away from dragging JT to the Chocolate Bald Man restaurant again, but I fear my libido will burst through the roof if I inject any more. Blood is running through my chocolate-stream.