The Problem with Having a Biscuit Tin

If it is in there I will eat it….

Mother Pinnacle rang me the other day asking if I was at home? I was. Great, she’s got a present for me and she’ll drop by in 15 minutes.

What could it be?

A new car?

A new blanket for Toby the dog?

Prosecco for Niki?

Unfortunately not. It was a new fully loaded biscuit tin! Because she was disappointed that whenever she comes over for a cup of tea or maybe to let the dog out, we never have any biscuits for me to offer her

There’s a reason for this.

Given the smallest glimmer of temptation I’m likely to crumble. So I removed temptation. If there’s a full biscuit tin prominently out on the kitchen side then I’m going to dig in every time that I walk past it. So we don’t have biscuits in the house.

The Future Mrs Pinnacle and I have now gradually worked our way through the tin and restocked it. That’s around 25 in a few weeks. Add those calories gradually on to your weekly total and keep doing it consistently then the scales are not going to tell a pretty picture.

My remedy for this has been to hide the tin at the back of a rarely used cupboard. When we need them we’ve got them but we won’t be grazing on them permanently. It’ll be interesting to see how effective that is.

Do you have any rituals or unhealthy habits that would be easily remedied by just changing your environment. Moving something out of sight. What could you do with hiding or even throwing away to remove temptation?

I still dig into my parents tin for a chocolate hobnob when I go over there but it’s once a week or a fortnight. So I’ll allow myself that one.

Chris ‘rich tea or digestive’ Pinner