This morning I was not a happy bunny. The carrot sticks I normally have for lunch were out the window. Along with the salsa I'd normally have with them. Or the salad I'd have instead. There was nothing in the kitchen to take for lunch so I'd have to buy something.

It was only on the way to work, when I realised what that meant: free reign with cash to buy whatever I wanted. Also known as panic.

What to choose, what to buy. Anything could tip those delicately balanced scales. And what about the points of it all. How could I pull it all together now my carefully crafted routine and plan ice been so carelessly broken. The mindfield me choice was enough to start the tremblings of a panic attack. So I got hold of Y.

She was kind enough to talk me through it; enough to get me through lunchtime.

We talked about obsession; that maybe using weight watchers as my food plan is another way of acting out my obsession with food. That as long as I'm putting in a moderate amount it suitable times each day, that's enough. While I see Y's point, I don't think I'm ready for that. I still have too many stones to loose.

I bought sushi. It was five points too many. But I did it. I got through.