Day 7. The guilt is setting in...

Hiya.
Today is the first day of my Easter bank holiday weekend and I was up early in order to get myself organised for a weekend break in Devon with the fambly.
I had a banana for breakfast and had every intention of a quick walk up Kilvey Hill before setting off. I loaded up the car with all of mine and dogs holiday stuff so we could just be gone as soon as the walk was done. This is when I realised that I had no cat food in the house... I can't leave for the weekend knowing that there's not enough food for my house-sitter to feed my cat. So by the time I went to Tesco and bought some moggy-mush (and a case of beer) I'd run out of time for the walk. Self inflicted guilt trip number 1.
In order to relieve some of the guilt, I justified my general crapness by thinking that as I would be spending the day with my sister and nieces shopping for holiday food and BBQ stuff etc, I would probably end up walking miles around supermarkets and the like. I was right. I don't think I have ever spent so long in Tesco before or have I ever pushed such a heavy trolley for so long. The good news is that we bought some lovely barbecue food (and even picked up some salad!) and I had a 'Special Easter Turkey Roast Dinner' in the cafe. You'll be glad to know that I ate all of my veg (except for the black carrot).
My youngest niece fell asleep in the car on the way to the garden centre so I had to wait in the car while my sister and eldest niece went shopping for a dog cage. However I didn't have to eat half of the 'sharing' bag of Revels I ate while I was waiting for them. Self inflicted guilt trip number 2.
So we lugged all the food back to my sisters fridge, I played with the girls for an hour then we all went down (the slight hill) to the local pub for tea.
I had ham, egg and chips. Self inflicted guilt trip number 3.
I also had a couple of bottles of bud. Self inflicted guilt trip numbers 4 and 5.
The long and short of it is - today I have been utterly crap.
So to celebrate my crapness, I am working my way through the rest of the bag of Revels I started eating earlier. Self inflicted guilt trip number 6.
Meh. Sod it - I'm on holiday.