on bad days and good

This is how the first three days went:
(day 1) Was doing pretty well, eating alright and moving my bottom all day long. All working day long, that is. Back home it didn't go all that smoothly, though. I always have this huge craving for anything sweet right after dinner. And then it's impossible to stop after having something small and acceptable, but that's a whole other story. We always have treats home! And we always have something to celebrate. So there's always a desert night at my house. Which does nothing for my healthy life. In short, day one started out promising, but ended in the same old way (up to my elbows in chocolate, that is).
(day 2) Should be forgotten as fast as is humanly possible. I was feeling unwell, so I skipped the training and embraced a mug of tea and a block of chocolate instead (hey, it did cure my cold!!).
And I found out I didn't make the national team. Frankly, I'd be more surprised if I had. The problem was how it was done, making me feel powerless, duped and used. What is the number one cure for that?? Bring on the chocolate and the cookies!
(day 3) Perfect. Nothing more to say. I went to the gym, ran, did weights, sat in sauna. Had balanced, healthy meals at regular intervals throughout the day, didn't eat a single piece of chocolate (or candy, or cookies - nothing trans-fat containing!). Yay!!

What I've learnt this far is:
(1) I'm doing great with activities and meals that are pre-planned, not on-the-spot choices.
(2) Healthy takes a bit of preparation time, so I need to take that into account and eat what I've planned when I've planned, instead of grabbing something whenever I'm hungry.
(3) My gym is wonderful! And they have great classes too. Maybe I should actually drag my inflexible and uncoordinated self there one of these days..