WHY OH WHY...

...When I've decided I want to lose about half a stone before Christmas, when I've been foregoing my usual endless cups of cappuccino and have substituted them with black coffee with the merest hint of skimmed milk (lovely-NOT), when I haven't let a morsel of cake or a biscuit crumb pass my lips since last Thursday, WHY... ,,,DID I BUY A BOX OF 36 MACARONS WHEN WE WENT TO BOOKERS THIS MORNING???? Why would I do that? I honestly don't understand myself sometimes. I've been so good, I felt so proud of the effort I was making and I go and blow it all because I couldn't resist the gooey prettiness of those little French temptations. Aaaaaaaaaargh! I'm so cross with myself.