The Easter Bunny came and ruined my diet...

Easter was supposed to be a happy day for everyone.

I was happy. I woke up with a smile on my face. Took my shower and went to church. I sang along with the choir and was just basically grateful that I'm still alive to celebrate the day with my family. I went to the gym and do my daily routine and drove home to get ready for lunch.

Pulled over at Palazzo Versace and the fat girl inside me went out of control.

As soon as she saw the mountains of oysters, prawns, crabs, sushi and sweets - she went crazy. She just couldn't be stopped. She became the slave of the food runners. Constantly roaming around the buffet table trying out every dish that was offered.

After pigging out for over an hour, the Easter Bunny came up to her and offered an enormous easter egg. I wanted to smack the bunny. I really did. But I took the egg and tried it. It was good. Tried it s'more. It was really good. I just gave up and finished the whole thing off.

In fairness, that was the only meal I ate yesterday and I compensated today by doing 150 situps and 50 minutes of cardio. It kinda just balanced each other out.

Two more kilos, Nikki. Two kilos to lose in a month and half.

You can do it.