I could pretend. I could sneak the fact that I bought breakfast today through and nobody would be any the wiser.
It has been one of those weeks where I have nothing to feel proud of. I’m eating poorly, and rushing out the door this morning and justifying a big sweet pear and muesli muffin for breakfast is just one of these moments. I didn’t enjoy my commute this afternoon, as I stood squished on a train full of angry people all the way home.
But honesty is important to me. What is the point of my blog if I am not authentic? You will all let me move on and that will be okay. Back on the train tomorrow, I haven’t failed that challenge yet. Soon I will start my food diary again and the breakfast challenge restarts tomorrow. Onward!