The Cookie That’s Calling My Name
I‘m committed. At least, I say I am. It’s not even a big commitment. I’m going to last this week without added sugar. At least, things that I know have added sugar.
It seems there is added sugar in everything, but that’s another story.
I’m getting my exercise plan in gear. I have a tracker and I’ve been faithful for 7 days. I’ve adjusted my schedule most days to accommodate the workout. When something has to give, it is not the exercise. I manage to fit it in my day. Sometimes, I feel like it is the only thing I get done on my to do list. Mostly, I’m celebrating.
Then I walk into the kitchen and see some home baked cookies on the counter. I’ve seen them before and they’re usually the kind that require you to eat more than one. I can’t even claim diet sabotage. The cookie baker is always baking and had no idea of my secret sugar detox plan.
Basically, I had a stare down with the cookie. I really had to talk myself out of eating it and go to bed. No night snack for me. Unfortunately, there is a whole container of cookies and my bed really isn’t that far from the cookies. I’ve gotten out of bed before to get them.
This would not be emotional eating, unless greed is an emotion. They’re right there. I like them. They are for me…if I want them. I could always start my low sugar thing tomorrow. No one knows that I’m cutting back on my sugar, but me. No one will say anything. One cookie can’t hurt, even if I can’t eat just one cookie. Tasty sweetness is all I want.
“Step away from the counter,” I told myself. “Stay in the bed. Just go to sleep.” No chocolate, sugar, milk, butter and flour for me. Not on the day they were baked and still not today. I’m going to make it.
My sister, Jill, tells me that they weren’t as good as the last batch. I feel better.
I opened the freezer, I see my Ben and Jerry’s ice cream. Now, that really calls my name.
“Focus,” I say and close the door. It will wait for me. “Lord, have mercy. Hear my prayer.”