All around me this morning is the smell of bacon cobs. Alluring, delicious, warm and comforting on a cold and damp September morning.
I am assailed on all sides by the elicit odour of that which I crave.
So far, I have remained strong, through a combination of not wanting to move because I have a stinking headache, and the last shreds of my willpower that I really would like to lose some weight sometime before the end of this year.
It remains to be seen how long those two factors protect me for the rest of the morning.